November 2, 2013
I guess I’m pretty lucky. I am lucky to have stumbled into a job with an understanding boss who feels more like a mentor than a supervisor. I am lucky to be living with a fabulous roommate who I can hang out with on a Friday night, just watching chick flicks with some wine and our cats. I am lucky to be able to travel. I am lucky to have friends who can shift seamlessly from a deep discussion of experimental literature into a game of flip cup.
And I am very, very lucky to have this bar within walking distance of my apartment.
Oldfield’s Liquor Room is a bit of an anomaly. Along a wide stretch of Venice Boulevard speckled with laundromats and computer repair shops nestled among residential streets, Oldfield’s looks like it should be a workaday watering hole shilling whiskey Cokes. Not so. The classic cocktails here are accomplished and refined. The house concoctions are as varied, pretty, and as downright delicious as any in Paris or San Francisco. Not bad for a little bar in Culver City.
October 21, 2013
SoPi. South Pigalle.
One of the big things that I miss about Paris is how a tiny sliver of the city can have its own distinct personality, completely different from its surroundings. South Pigalle, with its good coffee and music shops and its seedy past has that hipstery aura of fetishizing authenticity without going too far into the too-expensive bobo territory of the NoMa.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love the Marais — some of my favorite places are there, and in a very real way, it’s still my neighborhood. But it’s places like Glass here in SoPi, with its classy-ass drinks and artsy installations smutted up with just enough grunge, that had me switching to the metro line 2.
The art installation is embedded in the floor, to be danced and spilled on, if that gives you any indication.
October 15, 2013
9th best bar in the world, and the best bar in Europe, according to World’s 50 Best Bars. You really can’t go wrong here.
One of the things I admire most here is the total lack of pretension. Despite the very serious cocktail program, and the incredible breadth and depth of knowledge the people behind the sticks have, it still manages to feel like a welcoming neighborhood bar — albeit welcoming in a dark and sexy way. Last time I visited, there were dudes in t-shirts and basketball shorts mingling with women in Chanel. Then again, it was fashion week.
July 5, 2013
Earlier this week, I was lucky enough to be invited to have drinks with what turned out to be a huge group of the darling women of the Paris blogging scene.
The event was spearheaded by the intrepid Meg, who managed to make getting twenty-some friends together in the same place at the same time look easy.