Born to be weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Big-box-office-hit posters (Jurassic World, Mad Max, The Hangover) autographed by big-box-office-hit stars. 2) Volcano-grown flowers for that one holiday in February. No, not Presidents’ Day. 3) A box filled with romantically charged items for the bedroom. Or the living room. Or the dining room. Or the...
The Butcher’s Daughter, a nice juice bar and vegetarian cafe, just came to Abbot Kinney all the way from Manhattan. So now you’ve got a place for nut milks, avocado toast benedicts and kale salads in Venice. Hopefully there’s some sort of demand for such things somewhere in Venice.
Everything goes with sriracha. You know this. But Vintage Enoteca plans to test the theory with wine. Tomorrow night, they’ll pair three rooster-sauce-spiced dishes with your albariño, blaufränkisch and moscato. So you can finally sleep at night.
Long ago, Sean Penn hunted tasty waves and cool buzzes instead of fugitive drug dealers. Bask in such ’80s glory at the Wiltern’s Fast Times Fest with a costume contest, drinks, live music and a Fast Times at Ridgemont High screening. Since you can’t find Zeppelin tickets.
Learning about spirits: almost as fun as drinking them. Only not really. Fortunately, both are included this week at Golden State of Cocktails, where you can participate in tasting classes on subjects like the World of Amari and the Styles and Heritage of Japanese Bartending. Hopefully there’s detention.
Soon, Shake Shack will open in LA. Great debates about its superiority or inferiority to In-N-Out shall ensue. Allegiances will be formed. Friendships will be lost. But until then, let’s all just get together and enjoy Shake Shack burgers popping up at Son of a Gun on Monday. Expect a few people.
