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Vintage style. Urban journeys. Ethnic edibles. Classic noir. Here's where we'll tell you about things we like. It's just plain classy to be in the know.
Trench of Choice
For a gritty night in the foggy chill walking up and down the Santa Fe tunnel or along the paths of Hollywood Forever, there's not a trench that can hold a candle to Burberry's classic Gabardine. No, really. Don't hold a candle to it. It's highly flammable.
Mite-Catching Mimolette
Cheese mites rejoice! These little critters are welcome to climb on board a cheese so foul, it's been banned by the FDA. But it might still find its way to us masquerading as canteloupe or stuffed into the double-sealed lining of imported cigarettes. Get your slice of this tasty cake before it goes away for good.
The Third Man
Who killed Harry Lime? Join fiction writer-turned-sleuth Holly Martins in shady, post-war Vienna to solve one of our favorite crimes of all time... the case of The Third Man. Zither tones not sold separately.
Location of Choice: 7th Street Bridge
Hook an east out of downtown's trendy Historic Core, pass the streetside drama of Skid Row, and you'll wash up alongside the concrete remains of the Los Angeles River. The riverbed is great for strolling with a shopping cart or splashing around with the algae. That's what Smithie calls "swimming with the fishies."
Location of Choice:
The Greyhound Bar & Grill
Take a jaunt up the 110 and land at The Greyhound in Highland Park for a Greyhound - what else?! - or an usual Amari. That's right. Back to the Old Country for some serious taste-testing.