One weekend per person, please.
Your Perks: 1) A few great vintage Rolexes. The more, the merrier. 2) A mélange of bold button-ups to infuse your spring wardrobe with some color. You know, for spring. 3) Some classic-looking sunglasses and eyeglasses. Great if you’re blocking rays. Or fronting a band.
Drinking Duff at Moe’s Tavern: long been a dream. Slightly complicated by its nonexistence in the material world. But there’s now a perfect replica in the Valley. It’s got the love machine and everything. And it’s at Universal Studios. Where you’ll really need a beer.
You’re on South Beverly when a lunch craving rears its head. Something quick and easy. Let’s see... uh... hey, here’s Pure, a bright-white space for grab-and-go eats from a Parisian chef. One chicken-and-deviled-egg sandwich, please. Moment saved.
Ignore these amassing rain clouds. Because you know they’re going to go away, and you’re still going to require Reigning Champ shorts, Alex Mill shirts and M. Nii trunks from Wittmore’s new Downtown store to make it through summer. But we do really need the rain.
Turns out, Slash is a lot like you. In that he’s logged a lot of breakfast hours at the Griddle. The similarities probably end there, though. Anyway, they’ve let him create his own spicy egg scramble loaded with chicken chorizo, Tapatío aioli and jalapeños. Yup, epic egg solo.
Sadly, Mad Men expires Sunday. Commiserate at Three Clubs, where Betty Draper once had her own little encounter with a random stranger. A ticket to the screening of the final episode here includes live music and a couple drinks. As for the future: there will be other shows. Promise.
