LAist does its best to check out the restaurant scene in our favorite hometown, but sometimes we admit that we just don’t like to pick up the phone and make the dreaded reservation call. We know, we know. We’re lazy. And we hate dealing with haughty hostesses and manipulative maitre d’s. So imagine how thrilled we were when we stumbled on Open Table. This wonderfully orchestrated web site allows us to quickly scan dozens... [continue]

protest the school’s dress code policy. Evidently, the youngsters are very upset that school officials will not let boys wear “drooping pants”, and girls are forbidden to showcase their “bare midriffs”. In direct response to the walkout, Colton school officials promptly sent all 3,300 students home later in the morning when the original protesters failed to return to class. This brings back fond memories for us here at LAist. Our own high school was exponentially... [continue]

We’re animal lovers here at LAist. Dogs always come first, but over the years we’ve shacked up with a motley assortment of cats, birds, fish, and even some reptiles. Still, we’ve always been sensitive to those who have suffered from allergies to our dear four, six and eight legged friends. Too bad, we always thought to ourselves, that they had to miss out on the joys of pet ownership because of an unfortunate genetic... [continue]

In this week’s issue of Sports Illustrated, (subscription required) Chris Ballard takes on the Herculean task of ranking the Top 25 best sports bars in the land. It’s a tough job, doubtlessly requiring countless hours of exhaustive research about tedious, mundane minutiae. Finally, after such thankless work, Mr. Ballard emerged from his dimly lit basement office in his mother’s house and delivered his own priceless Magna Carta de Saloon. Snaring the top spot is... [continue]

This Sunday promises to be the most wonderful time of the year, and that can only mean one thing: Nipplegate II. Yes, Super Bowl Sunday is here in full force, and LAist just can’t wait to see what Paul McCartney does to top Janet Jackson’s ode to the FCC halftime set from a year ago. LAist is ready for some football, and happy to report that we will be watching every single second of... [continue]

150 bucks doesn’t get you much these days. Maybe a few tanks of gas, some nice new running shoes, or a romantic dinner for two. That’s usually about it. So imagine LAist’s surprise when we stumbled on the news that one lucky Angeleno will walk away with a gorgeous Palos Verdes home for the price of a pair of Diesel jeans. (If they’re on sale, that is) The home, pictured at the top of... [continue]

We here at LAist are always on the prowl for L.A.’s hottest new up and coming indie rock bands, and Something For Rockets just may be next. This hip, eclectic musical threesome features Rami Perlman, son of legendary violinist Itzhak Perlman, on lead vocals, Josh Eichenbaum on keyboards, and Barry Davis on the skins. LAist is a big fan of their first full length self-titled album, and we’d like to take this opportunity to... [continue]

It’s been an eventful couple of weeks for USC quarterback and Heisman Trophy winner Matt Leinart. First he shocks the sports world by announcing that he will return for his senior year as the undisputed leader of the 2-time defending national champion Trojan football team. Today’s edition of the Los Angeles Times brings the announcement of a long-rumored elbow surgery. Performed yesterday by USC team doctor James Tibone, “"The surgery went fine, and there... [continue]

It’s been over a year since Indie 103.1 blitzed onto the Los Angeles airwaves. Since the station's debut, Angelenos have been treated to a heady mix of 70’s punk attitude interspersed with a remarkably independent mindset. For all likeminded individuals, it’s made for quite a unique experience. Still, the station needed a voice…an image, an icon…someone who could truly galvanize the good people of our fine city and give them a swift, old-fashioned kick... [continue]

Football season’s almost over. Basketball, well, it doesn’t really matter until June, unless you’re a college fan, then you can wait until March. And hockey, uh, what exactly happened to those guys anyway? But for baseball fans everywhere, the moment is now. Pitchers and catchers don’t report for Big League spring training for a good 3 or 4 weeks still, but if you need a little fix, LAist suggests you get in your car... [continue]

Los Angeles airports are wonderful places for evesdropping- so many fascinating people, so many interesting stories, and all under one proverbial roof... While casually browsing the books in the United terminal of LAX, right next door to Wolfgang Puck’s Pizza joint, LAist observed this exchange: Woman: (mid-to-late 30’s, upscale entertainment professional look) “George, here, I want this. Get this for me. George…” The woman places a copy of Augusten Burroughs’ “Running With Scissors” onto... [continue]

Someday I Suppose, since most of us really Don’t Know How to Party, it was bound to happen. Sick of Howard? Are Kevin and Bean just so five minutes ago? Are your mornings just too eclectic? Well, fear not loyal readers, you’re about to get a memorable Wake-Up Call. That Rascal King himself, Dicky Barrett, lead singer of legendary Boston ska-punk trailblazers The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, just got his own morning show. Finally. Beginning... [continue]

Like Paris Hilton at a new club opening, today’s dastardly deadline came and went with nary a decision from USC’s Mighty Matt Leinart. Will he succumb to the NFL’s promise of riches, fame and glory? Or can USC pay him enough under the table to stay in college one more year? We kid, we kid. At any rate, it appears that Trojan football fans everywhere are going to have one more long, earnest night... [continue]

It’s true. Jim Morrison, who so many loyal fans thought had perished of a drug overdose some 34 years ago, apparently faked his own death. You heard us right—in what amounts to perhaps the most anticipated announcement in a generation, what follows is a piece of investigative journalism that is unrivaled in its depth, scope and focus. After decades of frustrating dead ends, bad leads and cold case files, LAist proudly presents to you,... [continue]

Tomorrow is an epic day for all of you fans of Troy. No, LAist speaks not of the cumbersome, homo-erotic, overlong and overhyped Brad Pitt fiasco from this past summer, but rather of a certain press conference occurring within the holy walls of the University of Southern California. There, one Matt Leinart, better known as the quarterbacking heartthrob of your national champion football Trojans, will answer the question that has been on the tip... [continue]

Let’s be honest. The New Year really couldn’t start until Mr. Blackwell crawled out of his hole and brought us his sartorial critique of Hollywood in the form of his 45th Annual Worst Dressed Women List. Or, as we here at LAist like to call it, the 45th Annual “Who the Hell is this Mr. Blackwell Guy Anyway?” List. This year, the great and noble Mr. Blackwell (as far as we know, he has... [continue]

Had enough of Oprah? Sick of Maury? Wish that you knew exactly what kind of medical degree that Dr. Phil guy actually has? Well fret no more fellow Angelenos. Our humble little town is about to be blessed by the presence of greatness. That’s right: "The View" is coming to L.A.! (Insert happy TV Theme music here) Yes, Meredith, Joy, Barbra, Elizabeth and newlywed Star are about to bless us with their witty banter... [continue]

LAist’s favorite time of year is here…and no, it’s not our birthday. But it’s that time when Men’s Fitness Magazine gives us all the gift that keeps on giving: their annual "Top 25 Fattest and Fittest Cities" issue. As an avid historian, LAist is happy to report that we Angelenos, for the third straight year, did not make the Fattest rankings at all. However, we struggled a bit on the fitness side, barely sneaking... [continue]

We here at LAist had a busy Sunday. First we white-knuckled it from San Diego to Los Angeles in our sporty little car as a torrential downpour wreaked havoc on our increasingly cracked windshield. After hydroplaning at alarmingly consistent intervals through the OC, we happily arrived in our charming West Hollywood neighborhood with quite an appetite, so we sat down for a quick bite to eat at our favorite little adorable cafe, Basix. After... [continue]

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