Got to catch a few events with our friends from Countour HD and ended the night at Coles, the best spot in town for a Pastrami Dip & a glass of Bourbon. Johnny Drum is their house and it’s great with one big cube.

Today was Dayan’s birthday. And as if that’s not enough to celebrate, I also got to meet Blake Langdon, a very cool kid with a brand new body. He’s already exhibiting great style. Later on, a feast at Philippe’s on Melrose. Not quite up to the standard set by the one in NYC, and the bartenderness is a twat, but the Peking Duck is a cut above Mr. Chow’s and the chicken satay is crack. Worth a college try if you like very sweet, rich, overpriced food… and really, who doesn’t.

Our friend Tamara was in town from Calgary, sorting out her wedding dress and the last deets of their rings (photos to follow in a couple weeks). She was staying at the Beverly Wilshire, home to one of our favorite slow food spots, Cut. Wolfgang a sears a mean bit of Kobe, and it’s a hard place to drive away from when you’re hungry, but we managed to squeeze into our most favorite Osteria Mozza. If you haven’t been, you may be missing the best meal available in Los Angeles right now. Not much more to say about the food, it’s perfect. When you do try it, there’s a good chance your waiter will be named Roman. And if you’re very lucky, you’ll get the pleasure of meeting Jeff at your table, the coolest Sommelier this side of Bordeaux, with a special love for and knowledge of the Bourbon. Their well bourbon is Buffalo Trace, it’s better than most at twice the price. The Buffalo Trace Distillery is the oldest in the U.S. and also home to the venerable pappy Van Winkle, a personal favorite. Somehow a bottle of Four Roses and another of Hudson were parked at our table for last half of our stay, both also incredible, though I prefer the FR. And as if the meal wasn’t rich enough, when we dropped Tamara off, I had to confess to Wolfgang that we ate elsewhere. Good sport that he is, he still posed with his favorite jeweler.