By Andrew Ramirez * In the ritzy nighttime haze of Beverly Hills, across the street from the grandiose ivy-covered Peninsula Hotel (where, according to the bartender on the Sunday shift at the Vampire Lounge and Tasting Room, a man of certain recognizable financial clout can very quickly find himself being chatted up by a smoky-eyed Russian woman who may or not be a … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Sunday Bloody Superbowl Sunday
Welcome Back Already
By Andrew Ramirez * It’s been a long winter break but it’s nice being back, glowing, on your computer screen. Or for all you dinosaurs still into the whole preservation of your eyes (if it’s not veganism, it’s activism, always something) it felt real good rolling out of that printer. I feel one part Robin Williams wafting out of his lamp, two parts frozen Austin Powers … [Read more...] about Welcome Back Already
Boy Meets Bar: Thanksgiving and Chinese Food
By Andrew Ramirez * Let the shamelessness begin. Holiday parties, over-eating and over-boozing, it's a two month blast. All you gotta do is show up. Let the red and white wine flow all over your Christmas sweater. Sit back and relax in the corner of that overcrowded room as your paper plate makes like a dead flower and wilts under the weight of all them potatoes and … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Thanksgiving and Chinese Food
Boy Meets Bar: Who Said Following Your Gut Wouldn’t Lead You Straight To The Gutter?
By Andrew Ramirez * I ought to listen. That streak-free, Windex clarity that comes with Monday is maybe telling me a few things, like: Young man, why don’t you take it easy?! This weekend it wasn’t just Pacquiao and Marquez putting dents in one another’s faces. I felt like I got in on the action too. After it was all settled, let me tell you, a bloody-faced Pacquiao may … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Who Said Following Your Gut Wouldn’t Lead You Straight To The Gutter?
Boy Meets Bar: Ode to Happy Hour at Four in the Afternoon
By Andrew Ramirez * I recently went to a bar at 4 in the afternoon on a Friday. What was the occasion? Nothing. Happy Hour exists for a similar reason: there is no reason to drink at four in the afternoon other than to drink at 4 in the afternoon. Let me explain. Barring turning six years old and celebrating in the backyard with a G.I. Joe piñata, any birthday party won't … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Ode to Happy Hour at Four in the Afternoon