Single in L.A.

Hope you all had a super Memorial Day Weekend! I did (not)! I had so much work to do. Gotta put in the time now so you can see me up in lights later.

Anyway, I said the “Happiest Hour of All” would begin a series. I really could probably pen a little web series on the things that happen to my friends and me at happy hour.

Our Usual Spot: The Belmont Cafe (prime West Hollywood location on LaCienega. (I nearly got run down last month by a photog in hot pursuit of…Pauly Shore of all people)

The Usual Suspects: Giselle, Kendra, myself (stats of all the usual suspects to come) – this is the core but I switch up with whoever wants to drink and chat.

The Usual Fare: Spicy tuna tartar, this ridiculously amazing mac and cheese (has smoke apple wood bacon, and CRAB meat in it – unfortunately I’m cutting the carbs to get summer ready right now)

The best part about happy hour at Belmont: Normally at happy hour you’re chained to the venues list of drinks that are on special. Which is usually some frutti tutti concoction filled with cheap liquor. NOT Belmont. Half off any drink INCLUDING TOP SHELF SPIRITS.

Bonus: Cute guys that aren’t as skinny and short (not always anyway - guys, you should NOT look like girls or aliens. EAT SOMETHING) as the rest of the men here.

So, who has time for happy hour?

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