Friday, April 28, 2017

Springtime For Los Angeles.

Nothing like a roaring fire on a 76-degree night in West LA. Especially when you’re snuggling on the leatherette at my favorite pub: the Wellesbourne. Great drinks, great staff, great music. It’s like being at home – if you’re an 80-year-old British dude. By the way, could whoever named the fireplace be any lazier?

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