Cheese is the glue that holds my life together and I can’t imagine going longer than a month without indulging in an old-fashioned burger, but I’m always looking for food that challenges the notion that animal products are the key to delicious eats. The Vegan Street Fair in North Hollywood provided the perfect chance to experiment with different cruelty-free food and see just how tasty vegan food can be. Check it out!
I’ve been majorly craving a burger lately, so why not torture myself by finally reviewing the famous burger from Father’s Office? This LA hotspot has a convenient location in Culver City WITH valet parking. Yeah, and that’s just the beginning. You actually have to be 21 just to get into the restaurant, so after waiting a couple years, I finally got a taste of the delicious eats. Burgers > alcohol.
Happy FRI-YAY! Unfortunately, most of my weekend will be spent studying for my impending midterms (my last midterms ever!), but before I hole up in a dark corner of the library, I treated myself to some scrumptious ice cream at Salt & Straw. I have been dying to try this gourmet spot for ages, but could never muster up the energy to drive all the way to the Larchmont location. Luckily, the ice creamery opened up a new location on Abbott Kinney a few weeks ago! So I naturally had to stop by and try just about every flavor.
One of the best things about living in LA is that good food is definitely not hard to find in this city. Even better is when good food is literally right around the corner! I’ve been going to quirky Japanese-American fusion joint Humble Potato since it first opened in my little neighborhood of Westchester. They recently expanded into Culver City, so I’m hoping that’s a sign they’ll be around forever! Trust me, you’ll understand when you see this food – it’s too good to pass up.
So as you know if you’ve seen the multitude of selfies on my Instagram, I now have blue hair. Yup, I took the plunge and finally did something CRAZY. I’ve done everything from dark red to black to an ombré, but I’ve never done a style so drastic. So I put myself in the capable hands of Miss Tea at Sirens Salon, closed my eyes, and hoped for the best! Here’s my transformation and some tips for you if you’re considering becoming a mermaid like me.
When I come home to LA for the summer, it’s always a frenzy to try as many restaurants as possible and mooching off of my parents when it comes to food. Most people strive for that “summer bod…” mine is usually made from late night Taco Bell runs and froyo on hots days (so, everyday). But I love finding that rare spot that provides delicious food AND healthy options – like True Food Kitchen!
LA may be home to some of the best foodie spots in the world, but very few places in this huge city can be called “quaint.” Enter Magnolia Bakery, an adorable little branch off from the original NYC spot, located smack between The Grove and The Beverly Center (good excuse for shopping AND food). I first heard about Magnolia on Instagram, with a shot of their famous banana pudding. Now, banana pudding may sound like a grandmother’s dessert, but at Magnolia Bakery it’s so much more…
Would you believe me if I said that in the 15 years that I have lived in LA, I never once made it out to the annual Orange County Fair? That’s right – self proclaimed foodie and younger, hotter Paula Deen (I mean, we both love butter) waited a decade and a half to indulge in the culinary delight that is fried EVERYTHING. I can now say with confidence that the fair will now be an annual trek and the day after will forever be National Food Hangover Day.
My style changes every day; some days I wake up feeling like a pop punk princess and others I channel a festival-going hippie vibe. Today was def the latter. Despite never actually having attended a music festival before (does Warped Tour when I was 13 count?), I love the aesthetic of summery dresses and hippie accessories. I recently visited the Roadium open market in Gardena, CA where I picked up this adorable, flowy maxi dress from local brand Honey Punch, perfect for these hot summer days where I pretend I’m not sitting at home sweating my balls off, but at Coachella… still sweating my balls off.