<em>A Nightmare on Weekend Street</em>
Basically, these sommeliers pick the best wines from all over the globe. Then they send them to you... a glass at a time. That way, you get exactly what you want, as opposed to being stuck with a mediocre bottle of wine all night. The horror.
You can now find Daniel Humm’s NoMad right here in LA. Kind of. See, it’s currently operating as a food truck at the Line Hotel through November, serving chicken burgers, bacon dogs and Milk & Honey soft-serve. Hence the “kind of.”
Should you find yourself in the Arts District after drinks at Manuela, stroll over to One Santa Fe to watch two skilled painters compete to create the better mural across a big blank wall. Then attempt to walk into Bestia afterward. Then go back to Manuela when that doesn’t work out.
You’re playing with a Ouija board atop a West Hollywood rooftop. A creepy synth score swells as you pass a neon-colored Winona Wallbanger cocktail to your date. The lights begin flickering around you. It sounds like you’re at L.P.’s Stranger Things party. If not, consider leaving.
Eric Greenspan has a devious plan to get you to eat uni deviled eggs and lobster omelets at his new Santa Monica location of Maré. It’s called brunch. And it just might be the undoing of us all.
MiniBar is throwing a Halloween party on Monday wherein everyone will be dressed like Pee-wee Herman while drinking Large Marge cocktails and tequila. Depending on your feelings about Pee-wee, this could be scarier than clowns.
