To celebrate National Burger Day on May 28th, Burger Lounge in West Hollywood is giving away free tasty burgers from 10:30 a.m. to 11 p.m. Visitors can choose from salmon, turkey, quinoa veggie and the Lounge Burger, which is made from 100% grass-fed beef.
With a thick, juicy deal like this, there’s need to settle for the overrated standard In-N-Out.
Burger Lounge, 8539 W Sunset Blvd, West Hollywood, CA 90069
Admit it. In junior high, you scrawled prose on the pages of spiral-bound notebooks to divulge your innermost thoughts: the longing for your crush, the fact that you hated school…or, if you were me—bad, original rock lyrics that made Poison ’s seem profound. To 12-year-old you, these words made perfect sense. But if you were to uncover these relics as an adult, you would cringe and then, try to recall whether or not you had been huffing paint at the time.
Dave Nadelberg has taken these mortifying teen mementos and turned them into relatable brilliance. His creation is Mortified Live—an on-stage show where adults from various cities across the country share their painfully embarrassing letters, poems, songs, and journal entries in front of an audience of total strangers. Cities include Austin, Boston, Chicago, San Fran and more. Like a clammy, acne-riddled teen in braces, it’s not pretty. But it is pretty funny. Tonight is the first of two Mortified LA shows at King King.
King King, 6555 Hollywood Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90028
Although Anchorman 2 doesn’t come out until 2014 and filming hasn’t even started, the teaser trailer was released earlier today. Just the thought of watching Will Ferrell, Paul Rudd and the rest of the rakish, musky Channel 4 news team in action takes me right to Pleasure Town.
Here it is–a “leak” of the 2013 Coachella line-up, according to Funny or Die. (Personally, I think 138 miles is bit of a haul for Regrettable Decisions.)
First off, Danny McBride can do no wrong. From The Foot Fist Way to Eastbound & Down, he rocks. Add Jack Black to the equation, and it’s a cocktail of comedic genius. Leave it to Funny or Die to mix this one up.
Attention foodies: If you love certain celebrity chefs [sorry, Rachel Ray], then you should check out The Braiser—a brand-spankin’ new blog that dishes the latest on the famous faces of food—from Giada DeLaurentilis to everyone’s favorite f-bomb dropper, Gordon Ramsay to my favorite, Anthony Bourdain. It’s like the perfect meal—meaty, saucy and spicy. ¡Buen apetito!
Baker, California is a sleepy town nestled in a remote desert area along Interstate 15. It is not really a destination. Rather, it’s a stop on the way to LA from a more enticing destination—like Salt Lake City or Vegas. My travel companions and I stayed the night there on Saturday, after a long day of driving west on the I-15. Here are some observations we made:
The town is comprised of one street—Baker Boulevard.
If the townspeople killed visitors passing through, then ground them into sausage to sell at their independently owned markets, I would not be surprised.
Apparently, everyone in Baker lives on a steady diet of Cheetos, bagged cotton candy, day-old hot dogs heated on a metal roller, mysterious, pickled miniature sausages [*ahem*] and Mountain Dew. There is nary a grocery store in sight; only convenience stores.
If you are on a quest to find the perfect plush animal hat with paws, Baker is the place for you.
There is only one motel in town—the Wills Fargo Motel. No one speaks of Bun Boy Motel, or what happened at Bun Boy.
Apparently, something happened at Bun Boy. Like a death. Or bed bugs. Or death by bed bugs.
The same goes for the Royal Hawaiian Motel.
The Wills Fargo Motel has a pool. It does not have an ice machine, but rather, a cooler filled with ice. And its rooms have no carpet; only tile floors. All carpeting was probably removed after the bloodstains became too numerous.
Baker’s unofficial motto, as coined by our Wills Fargo Motel neighbor whose car broke down on the Interstate: ‘The armpit of the world’
If you visit Baker on Cinco de Mayo, a festive way to celebrate is to pick up some burritos from the sole Del Taco in town, which closes at midnight.
NBC is not available in Baker. I am not sure why. Perhaps, Dateline did an expose on Bun Boy.
Lastly, the best way to sleep in Baker, without fear of being brutally murdered in your sleep, is to drink. Heavily.
Daffodils & Devil Horns 