Weekend favors the bold.
Your Perks: 1) Canvas prints that come in threes. Admit it, you’ve got the free wall space. 2) An MIT-grad-made sweater that uses science to keep you comfortable. 3) A velvety-soft-lined home for your sunglasses. Or eyeglasses.
Le Relais de l’Entrecôte came all the way from Paris just to serve you steak frites in a nice French bistro in Beverly Hills. Meaning that you now have a second Melrose option for sliced beef and fries following L’Assiette. There really can never be enough of these things.
It just became a lot easier to grab a casual lunch with a date in Venice. All you have to do is head into Abbot Kinney’s new Greenleaf. They’ll order whatever fits their lacto-ovo-gluten-free lifestyle. You’ll get the Angus burger. It’s called compromise.
They don’t make them like they used to. Unless they’re Federal Bar, which is planning an evening of vintage cars and retro pinup burlesque while you eat and drink. Expect a sexy bathtub show, contortionists and oversize champagne glasses. Possibly all at the same time.
We’re not saying you shouldn’t do Easter brunch with the family. We’re just saying you may want to consider the new brunch at Baltaire, where there’s king crab biscuits and mezcal sours. Or brunch at Wolf, which has chicken and waffles and chai french toast. And neither have your weird uncle.
Coachella approaches. Your main-stage battle plan is taking shape. And now, you have the 140-room V Palm Springs for sheltering your group. It’s where you’ll all spend a little downtime drinking drinks poolside and placing bets on whether Axl’s actually going to show up.
