The weekend will not be played off the stage.
Industry vet and eight-inch-hot-dog king Marty Davidson is now offering a 15-percent discount to anyone flashing a WGA, SAG, DGA or AMPAS card. If you hear him thanked on Sunday, you'll know why.
The fresh-fish institution since '39 has moved into a shiny new home, with room for an oyster bar, indoor-outdoor cafe and a gleaming 60-foot glass counter. Every piece of fish is labeled with a suggested pairing from the wine shop, so there's no pressure to, like, think.
On Sunday you could grab the gold for your work as [title], but you've been far too busy [verb]-ing that [noun] to write that [adjective] speech. Not to worry, plug in a few keywords and Atom's website will write it for you. [Applause.]
A Russian-themed vodka den might not be the first place you'd seek a far-out mod night of '60s soul soaked in Rickeys. But the owners are warming up for an English bar at the Coronet, so Russian Rickeys it is.
The Korean barbecue trucks careening through our streets, with a wagging tail of foodie hipsters behind, will still careen. But Tuesday's the grand opening of a stationary Kogi kitchen in the Alibi Room, with an expanded menu and a roof over your head.
