That’s Vandal, a palatial spot for eating and drinking lavishly, and dancing and whatever else. It’s got some big-dreaming names attached to it and it’s open now.
Let’s see how it adds up...
You’ll enter through an orchid-filled flower shop, continue through a brick tunnel and run into an enormous, break-dancing purple rabbit.
Not one, but all of those things are true.
The inside’s a labyrinth.
It’s a bi-level maze of dining areas, catacombs and private rooms.
And there’s street art everywhere.
From seven “vandals” who are pretty well-known in that world. Shepard Fairey got dibs on the Secret Garden.
Speaking of, there’s a Secret Garden.
It’ll be the sort of ivy-covered and twinkle-lit place to be when it gets warmer.
Under the ground is where the dancing happens.
The food’s, well, all over the place.
Peruvian ceviche, sticky pork dumplings, a two-pound whole lobster...
Drinks come sweet, savory or barrel-aged.
The La Palmitas, a Thai mezcal with lemon nectar and grapefruit beer, falls in the savory column. It’s a shockingly good column.
But about that break-dancing rabbit...