Stairway to weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Personal training sessions at a gym that caters to professional athletes and the actors who play them on screen. 2) A sleek scale that tracks your weight, body mass index, water weight and more. Thorough. 3) A perfectly fitting button-down shirt that was measured from your iPhone. Your phone, the tailor.
First the Golden State guys made you burgers. Then barbecue at Bludso’s and Cofax’s breakfast burritos. Then they realized you might be going to other people for pizza. So now they’re offering you slices, pies and garlic knots at Prime Pizza. They like having you around, that’s all.
The latest in Mexican food news: Alex Eusebio’s Cascabel is now soft-open for
smoked-bacon guacamole, short rib mole and ceviche in Toluca Lake.
The other latest: Mercado just opened a mezcal-heavy new location in Hollywood. Finally,
some Mexican food.
Your near future is full of holiday parties. Ones in which you’ll be wearing the new leather oxfords you created with the 3D foot scanner at the Left Shoe Company’s Beverly Hills pop-up—which also has bespoke Élevée suits and Refined Hardware watches happening. See, 3D is the future.
Gracias Madre believes in your creative potential. So much so that they’re trusting you to oversee your own deconstructed picklebacks. You’ll pick tequila, mezcal or sotol and choose from pickled cucumbers, spicy lavender carrots or bourbon-barrel jalapeños, which arrive with a tiny vial of their own juice. Go crazy.
Some might call Cool Ranch gorditas and fried-bologna sandwiches “junk food.” Some others might go to Huckleberry on Sunday for their fancy junk food dinner, with chefs like Marcel Vigneron and Jeremy Fox. Those people might then consider a different term. Or not.
