We know this hasn’t happened in a while.
Opening up some news and seeing something that just... makes sense.
But it’s happening. It’s real.
It’s Lunetta All Day, a modern, decidedly Santa Monican diner from Raphael Lunetta and the owners of Maple Block Meat Co. that’s opening Monday in the former Josie space.
Here’s a sunny place where you can do pretty much everything you want to do indoors in Santa Monica. And here’s the plan:
9:05am
You’ll be damned. They have parking. And a marble surface laden with scones, cookies and bread. While debating the finer of these merits, you’ll eat mesquite-fired eggs. You’re hopeful for a resolution.
1:17pm
You decide your informal meeting will go smoother with draft beers, pasilla-negro-rubbed carnitas and a side of fresh-cut fries. If CHiPs was green-lit, how can they pass on your robot-with-a-heart-of-gold thing?
7:50pm
Word is out. Now that human you’re seeing insists you take them here. “The rotisserie small-eye prime rib, the grilled fish and a bottle of pinot, please.” Your date subtly beams when that comes out of your mouth.
9:45pm
You’re at the bar sharing a nightcap. It involves rye, softly grazing fingers and intimate whispers.
We don’t know how everything ends. Sorry.
Opening up some news and seeing something that just... makes sense.
But it’s happening. It’s real.
It’s Lunetta All Day, a modern, decidedly Santa Monican diner from Raphael Lunetta and the owners of Maple Block Meat Co. that’s opening Monday in the former Josie space.
Here’s a sunny place where you can do pretty much everything you want to do indoors in Santa Monica. And here’s the plan:
9:05am
You’ll be damned. They have parking. And a marble surface laden with scones, cookies and bread. While debating the finer of these merits, you’ll eat mesquite-fired eggs. You’re hopeful for a resolution.
1:17pm
You decide your informal meeting will go smoother with draft beers, pasilla-negro-rubbed carnitas and a side of fresh-cut fries. If CHiPs was green-lit, how can they pass on your robot-with-a-heart-of-gold thing?
7:50pm
Word is out. Now that human you’re seeing insists you take them here. “The rotisserie small-eye prime rib, the grilled fish and a bottle of pinot, please.” Your date subtly beams when that comes out of your mouth.
9:45pm
You’re at the bar sharing a nightcap. It involves rye, softly grazing fingers and intimate whispers.
We don’t know how everything ends. Sorry.
