The weekend could really use a weekend.
As of tonight, your power dinners at Foxtail are no more—they've been replaced with power dancing and power general debauchery. The upstairs lounge and club have taken over the downstairs dining room, and you've never said no to an extra dance floor...
And speaking of nightlife evolution, the velvet-ropey pool bar at the Mondrian is now aiming to draw something entirely new and different on Thursdays—hipsters east of Hillhurst. Treat them kindly, as they're far removed from their natural habitat.
Perhaps a bit of musical theater for you this weekend—like a new rock opera based on the life of the first real adult-film megastar, Linda "Deep Throat" Lovelace. The whole thing was co-written by one of the Go-Go's, straying far from the days of "Our Lips are Sealed." In many ways.
Sure, your big-screen is impressive, but a ten-foot outdoor screening wall for the big game works too. Beer, well drinks, wine and Fiery Chicken Morsels are half-price for two-and-a-half hours every Monday. Call your not-so-rowdy friends...
Among LA's more important rites of passage: a 3am Canter's run. Celebrating 60 years of matzo balls and surly service at this Fairfax location, the 24-hour deli is slinging 60-cent corned beef sandwiches until midnight. But you can still go back at 3am.
