While there is an abundance of great toast in Los Angeles, four have carved their way into the fabric of the city, each becoming icons in their own way: the avocado toast from Dinette, the crunchy french toast from Blu Jam Cafe, the chicken liver toast from Animal and, of course, the ricotta toast from Sqirl.
I started reading “Dear Prudence” nearly five years ago, when it was helmed by Emily Yoffe.
For those who don’t know, I’m an ex-influencer — or, at least, an ex-sad attempt at one.
Call me old-fashioned, but there’s nothing I love more than a real book.
With hip-hop now serving as the cultural zeitgeist (I use that word completely unironically), most of the records and artists I mention come from that background.
While my Latino identity plays a huge role in defining who I am, I still have lots to learn about my culture.
The truck begins to take orders, doling out numbers with a rare friendliness.
Not that I’d ever judge a book by its cover, but the cheerful shade made a favorable first impression, and when I cracked it open and devoured its contents, it was exactly like sinking my teeth into a sticky, sugary slice of lemon meringue pie.
For once, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat served a purpose aside from broadcasting personal content intended to garner meaningless likes and validation.
The breakup song is a staple in mainstream music. As long as there are songs celebrating new love, there will be popular tracks on the devastating end of it too.