The weekend roots for the home team.
The extravagant Eastside coffee den is finally caffeinating after sundown, with a new dinner menu from the chef at Providence. Expect Crispy Skinned New Zealand Char (it's like a trout-salmon hybrid) and Chocolate-Chipotle Cremeux (it's dessert, which is all you need to know).
If the Playboy founder known by a single syllable could not be satisfied with just one girl next door, it's probably fitting that a multimedia exhibit exploring his legend requires several participating artists. Smoking jackets optional.
You're of the firm belief that a night at any hotel should involve immediate martinis upon arrival, a chauffeured excursion to the current nightspots of note and a hangover breakfast in the morning. Come to think of it, a night at home should involve the same...
New this year at the stadium—some premium baseline box clubs, as well as an outpost of the legendary Fairfax deli Canter's near the third-base line. Because baseball isn't baseball without matzo ball soup.
At this Third Street tasting party from the infused-salt obsessives at Saltistry, your bite of flank steak is topped with Smoked Chili Salt and your margarita is enhanced by Lime Flake Salt. (The proceedings move from curious to intriguing when they start tinkering with margaritas.)
