Spring Street Bar
Taking over the space formerly occupied by a wine bar, Spring Street Bar opened its doors about a month and half ago. What took me so long to get down there? I’m not… Continue reading
I checked out Nirvana in Beverly Hills with friends a week or so back. I wanted to get there for happy hour but alas, I was fighting with cross-town traffic and traffic won.… Continue reading
After my tamales adventure on Saturday, I went home for a bit of a rest before heading back west to check out Chego. People have described Chego to me as a ghetto Momofuku.… Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago, a friend asked me about steak houses in LA. I rattled off some that I’ve been to but realized I haven’t gone to Fleming’s. My best friend loves… Continue reading
On Saturday, my crawl group and I attempted to find the best tamales of MacArthur Park. We had started our crawl at Mama’s Hot Tamales across the street. When I first did this… Continue reading
I loved everything about this place. The art. The tables with the Korean-esque call buttons. The service. The free warm chips and dip, the chicken soup and my meal. I did wish the… Continue reading
About a week ago, I went to brunch with the Hungry Hungry Hanh and we talked about boys over 2 for 1 Bloody Marys at Henry’s Hat. I always feel reassured when I… Continue reading
After the Revenge of the Merlot, I went to my second home, Drago Centro, and although I love, love, love the Kobe sliders and sausage pizza, I really wanted pasta. Specifically, lasagna. I… Continue reading
A few months back, I had a non-date with an old boyfriend at Milk and took some pictures. The Blue Velvet cake picture set our friends’ tongues wagging, not the possibility of a… Continue reading