Ben’s apartment-turned-art-studio for the weekend. And more light leaks…
I really miss this moment.
Ben’s stoop, SF. One of the best weekends ever.
Andrew. And a light leak.
My friends and I adore this gem of a French restaurant. The atmosphere is very much European: a comfortably slow service that allows you to enjoy the amazing food and company as hours melt away without a care. Owned by a pleasant French couple that personally reads you a menu that changes daily, the decor has a warm charm that makes you feel as if you’ve just stumbled in from some hidden side street of Paris. (Also comes equipped with a daughter that craves attention from guests and tends to over-entertain restaurant patrons as a result. As long as you don’t make eye contact, she won’t approach your table and will instead lurk from a safe distance. But beware, she senses fear and seems to enjoy it.)
It’s nice to know that if I ever need to, I have a place to escape into my European nostalgia for a night, right here at home in Los Angeles.
