The weekend doesn't require regulation.
The legendary Beverly Hills steaks-and-studio-heads den known as the Grill on the Alley has seen more deals than Howie Mandel. When you're in the neighborhood, this new Thousand Oaks outpost to the north is like that one, only...not.
But if you and your date prefer to keep your meals (and martinis) in Beverly Hills, the city has just earned the ultimate honor—there's now a drink named after it. You might stick with your usual, but so you know, her city-in-a-glass tastes like vodka, peach and pomegranate. Better than smog.
It's that time of year again, when everything in both Fred Segal stores gets discounted by half. So you won't need a bailout on Saturday.
Anybody can run a marathon, but sprinting all the way up the tallest office building west of the Mississippi—in under 10 minutes, if all goes well—is a bit more impressive.
Venice's liveliest street will get considerably livelier Sunday when it shuts down for a beer garden, punk bike polo and three stages of music. You'll be at the stage taken over by the decidedly un-Venetian (but pro-good music) Hotel Cafe.
