Cool ass fireplace at Beechwood.
Me and Sis @ Beechwood.
I had dinner at Beachwood in Santa Monica with my sister and her boyfriend. It was delish! I had a baked mac and cheese and shared some indian spiced lamb sliders with my sister. After dinner, we decided to have ladies night. Her boyfriend was busy with a bid on a contract for the Harry Potter movie, so he couldn’t party with us. She took me to the Other Room at Abbott Kinney in Venice Beach, a trendy strip known for shopping and partying.
Other Room gave me a loungy New York feel, with brick walls, deli-like chalk board beer menu and dark decor with candelight. I particularly enjoyed being surrounded by beautiful people. I grabbed me a “Chimmay” because someone had told me to recently try it. When I got my goblet of beer, I was surprised to see it say “Chimmay.” It was a great full flavored beer, similar to a Blue Moon.
As we walked towards the corner of the room, at a table sat one of my sister’s friends. We immediately joined them. It was interesting to talk to his friend who I thought was feeding me bullshit. He was so refined and intelligent and accomplished at such a young age. But all Hollywood peoples are like that. “Fake it till you make it.” Or maybe he was telling the truth. I pointed out that I like that artwork, and he began to boast and brag that he was the inspiration for the artist. But oh well. I wasn’t trying to hook up. I tried a sip of his beer with a lemon in it, and it is refreshingly light and delicious. One of my favorite beers to this day. Similar to Blanche de Bruxelles. His glass said “Allagash.” Was I to understand that they had a special glass for every single beer that they had on the menu?
It was about Midnight. I drove from Vegas to Cali that day on no sleep and I was exhausted. My sister suggested the Brig, but I went home and got some sleep.