i am half-awake here waiting for my full throttle zero to kick in.
Mondays kill me... especially after a good weekend. check it.
My weekend included…
A whole lotta downtown LA!
I honestly cannot believe i am mere minuets from downtown and just
experienced it sessence most recently. man o man do I have downtown la on the
mind now! After a some sunny runyon canyon yoga with feisty yogi steve and a
quick trip to the bev center to purchase some much needed dodger swag for a
later weekend endeavor {more on that tomorrow} cheebo was obvi the spot for a
pre party night power lunch. No big deal, but I spent my lunch hour brushing
shoulders with the lovely jonah hill!
And the rest of my Saturday went a little something like this…
The Standard roof top bars simply rock
Sprinkled with a few boozie stragglers left behind from the afternoons
pool party there was some quality people watching for my viewing pleasure as we
sipped our cocktails & got the evening started. With perfect weather on our
side and a few kettle sodas under our belt next we took our party right over
Perch {again because roof top bars rock}
Perch
{view of Pershing Square a top Perch}
While unlike the ostentatious poolside lounge crowning the bar at The Standard Hotel, Perch doesn't have a pool or red astroturf or gaggles of scantily clad partiers or a make-believe speak-easy… What Perch does have is a fine cocktail program, an impressive selection of French wines a decadent French-inspired dinner menu, panoramic views, live music and is literally perched in front of Pershing Square. This is place I will make my way back to.
{not my capture but lovely to look at we literally sat at the table against the glass rail}
The Edison
{i found love in a hopeless place... or at least i thought my love for dtla bar was hopeless...}
Tucked
between an alley and hidden underground, is The Edison. My words cannot do justice for the euphoric thrill this historic
lounge/bar brings about. From your ascending entry down a grand central
staircase the roar of 20’s music fills your head and you’re literally whisked
away to a place unlike any on the bar scene in LA. Located in
the sub-basement of the historic Higgins Building the Edison retains much of
its original architectural and mechanical artifacts; just paying a little
homage to its history as Downtown LA’s first
private power plant back in 1910. The true originality offered here plays
perfectly into the industrial 20's décor.
{all you need is a little pixe dust...}
From the absinthe toting pixie
to the flappers dancing amidst the stage the Edison screams 1920’s American and
is truly a swank trip back in time! You can catch me {and Rebecca} this coming Thursday
back in time to check out the .35 cent depression era martini! But I will pass
on the “Absinthe” this time for the following reason… @ $20 a vile "Absinthe
75" which is: Absinthe, Lemon and Sugar cubes bathed in Champagne. pretty sure im better off with a simple glass of champagne.
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