Recommended: Beets, grilled octopus, burrata, bucatini, chitarra, swordfish, Dover sole, meatloaf, steak, espresso granita, berries with zabaglione. Read more.
This year’s poke-splosion in L.A. happened without explanation... Hell, even Gelson’s, L.A.’s posh grocery, installed a mean poke bar, selling marinated raw fish by the pound. Read more.
Korean joint Oiji, inspired by chips that started a craze in Seoul—as in, bags sold on eBay—douses paper-thin potato in honey, butter, and a dash of cayenne pepper (that’s them to the right). Read more.
Inside, the cathedral vibe is shaken up by acres of Philippine-sourced geometric tiles and furniture. Above the bar hangs a giant photo of a glaring Marco Pierre White to provide a wink of badassery.
Nobu Malibu is one of the few restaurants with an ocean view—and damn, what a view. The long and low modern building stares right out over the ocean, the beach down below.
The Dresden opened in 1954, and its stunning, unchanged dining room will immediately remind you that Rat-Pack-dominated ’50s was the coolest decade ever.
Lychee Martini una verdadera delicia en Porfirios no se pueden ir sin probarlo! La comida y atención excelente .
