There needs to be a better word for staycation, a peak indulgence that sounds more like a Her Campus x Fyre Fest collab than a refreshing, adult escape.
Run down and uninspired, I relocated from Echo Park over to a suite at Sunset Tower for a few days this week. Mornings at Silver Springs. Lunches of shrimp cocktail and fries by the pool. Polishing off
’s wonderful pregnancy zine Privacy and Tony Tulathimutte’s short stories in Rejection while tanning as much as possible. A couple of the city’s best dinners that I’ll recap below.This was a more regular move for me in New York, where I spent two years dehydrated and pierced by proximity to the Myrtle-Broadway JMZ. The Chelsea and The Wythe were bi-annual beacons. It never crossed my mind to try it in LA, an infinitely easy place to live. That didn’t make the excursion any less special.
last week, the late-summer restaurant rut that seemed to be going around is starting to dissipate. Here are all of my recent favs, from food to film to music since the last big roundup in July. Enjoy.