my los angeles routine was this:
wake up at 8ish, force myself down into the dark dungeon-y gym in my hotel, run, put my face on, and then park it in the big grand fountain lobby to work on my computer for however many hours i had. coffee happened in an untimely manner because there were no coffee pots in the rooms, but i made do with minimal complaining to twitter, and eventually started buying coffee the day before and leaving it on my nightstand so that i'd have it first thing in the morning. is that gross/are you embarrassed for me?
at some point in the afternoon i'd eat, usually from the little french cafe down the block, or if i was extra lucky, i'd go in a car with a friend and eat at the grand central market or bread lounge or a surprise yogurt event.
then i'd change into my black clothes and walk up a large steep hill to disney hall where i'd play an opera.
sometimes there was a cast party afterwards, sometimes i'd make my own party, sometimes i'd go the f to bed.
it was crazy, it was a lot packed into one small week, but it was so great to play the opera and really great to see my people, old/new/related.
here were places i went and loved:
eggslut // i've known about this place for a long time but i was always too afraid to tell eggboy about it because what would he think? would he want to move to l.a. and be with eggslut for the rest of his life?? whatever, it was fine. no, it was more than fine! the fairfax. the fairfax with bacon. oh snap it was good.
lemonade // i would also go to lemonade every day if i lived nearby. it makes me want to eat vegetables.
bottega louie // my pops came to town towards the end of my stay! we brunched at bottega louie with eggboy, had a great grand macaron, and we did not stand out at all when my dad took a million pictures. that place is so instagrammable.
hedley + bennett // there was a sample sale at their headquarters (which has an indoor swing!!!) it was so much fun, i updated my apron fashions and met ellen, the owner, who is the sweetest.
pie hole // there was a pie filled with macaroni and cheese and i took three minutes off of my life with it and it was worth it.
faith and flower // it was the *perfect* environment to hang out with a bunch of bloggers and eat whatever the kitchen wanted to bring us. it's also where i began to overcome my fear of hollandaise sauce because they have an eggs benedict pizza!
break room 86 // it's an 80s themed bar with karaoke rooms, a michael jackson impersonator, and ring pops in the bathrooms. go there, don't drink "the purple rain," but do get up and dance.
sqirl // we ordered everything. it was a break-the-diet meal for one of the singers, who had to spend a few months playing a starving 13-year-old girl in the opera, so it was a nice crazy way to break back into the world of carbs and cheese and i am very happy that i got to be a part of it. honestly, that ricotta toast is so extreme. or maybe you prefer the word iconic. it's both.