By Andrew Ramirez * At risk of sounding like the drunk uncle at the family BBQ: the older I get, the more I appreciate the extended metaphor that is bowling. Just hear me out. This weekend I was sitting on a leather couch at Lucky Strike, stirring a black straw in an Old Fashioned. The digs are nice. Neighborhood bowling alley meets trendy LA chic, spritzed with a … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Bowling on Sunday After Parent’s Weekend
Boy Meets Bar: Those Two-Sizes-Too-Small Boots Were Made For Oiwake-ing
By Andrew Ramirez * I’ll admit it—I’ve been to Oiwake in Little Tokyo a few times. The last time was way back when I still had those boots, the good brown ones that zipped up the inside ankle, and my black jacket with the sleeves crunched all the way up to my elbows. I gulped down a pitcher of Sapporo, wrapped my fingers around the mike, and—eyes shut, eyebrows lifted and … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Those Two-Sizes-Too-Small Boots Were Made For Oiwake-ing
Boy Meets Bar: Hipster Rogers’ Neighborhood
By Andrew Ramirez * There are different ways of getting around LA. In badass fashion, you can—a la Kurt Russell—roguishly do it Escape from LA-style, surfing on a rolling city wave, or more methodically like Ryan Gosling in Drive, drifting around in a satin Scorpion jacket and bumping your head to that killer soundtrack....But more practically (just whatever you … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Hipster Rogers’ Neighborhood
Boy Meets Bar: Mid Semester Hangover
By Andrew Ramirez My apartment is overrun with centipedes and silverfish and the kitchen sink, at any given moment, is stacked with more dirty dishes than clean ones. A few weeks ago, a roommate of mine tried to overdose on fish oil extract. After slapping him awake, he looked me in the eye and said: You'd consider me a good friend, right? The chain guard on my door has been … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Mid Semester Hangover
Boy Meets Bar: A Snake in West Hollywood
This weekend my roommate turned twenty-two. We went to BOA steakhouse in West Hollywood. Birthday boy's mom was in town too, and since she was oh so happy to finally meet her son's friends (because despite any amount of spoken confidence, a mother always digs visual confirmation that her son hasn't been carving pentagrams alongside with the rest of the Manson family) she … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: A Snake in West Hollywood


