day 1- two beccas

Drinks, theater. Theater, drinks. And a really good piece of red velvet cake.

Take it from two people who love her, LA ain’t easy. You have to put a little work into the relationship, but we’ve been around the block and we’re ready to show you what she’s got. From holing up in a dark theater to hiking up to the Hollywood sign and back down for happy hour, Two Beccas choose the can’t-miss charms of LA. performances. Sexy spots to drink. Hip places to hang. Come play with Two Beccas every day.

Latte Lizards
If you’re like us, you need some liquid motivation to lure you out of bed, since liquid courage likely landed you there in the first place. Stumble down to Spring Street’s Spring for Coffee, one of the few respites from the prefabricated, pseudo-cozy coffee chains that dot downtown LA. They offer Bay Area roasters Blue Bottle Coffee exclusively, which should be enough to have you hustling down there. But it’s a little, um, intimate in Spring for Coffee. So grab a cup, and walk. Or be really LA and hop back in your car to drive a street over for breakfast.

Maple Bacon Beacon
Nickel Diner‘s been featured on the Food Network’s “Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives” with Guy Fieri, but don’t let that dissuade you. Besides being able to brag that you’ve eaten at one of Pulitzer Prize-winning food critic Jonathan Gold’s “99 Essential L.A. Restaurants,” you can defy the theory that everybody in LA does yoga and follows a macrobiotic diet by joining locals in celebrating Nickel’s claim to fame, the Maple Bacon Donut. They have tofu scrambles for you vegans, which is DINER, LA STYLE. To make up for that, they have the best red velvet cake in the world, and we feel qualified to make that hyperbolic statement, considering that the smart Becca grew up in the South.

Whiskey A Go Go
LA’s not a dress-up-for-the-theater kinda city, but maybe you’re into making a good first impression. So go somewhere classy with a strict dress code (this might be the only place your flip-flops will not fly) for a preshow cocktail, like Seven Grand. They’ve got 300 whiskeys that you can pretend to be all educated about, small batch bourbons and ryes for a song from 5 to 7 Wednesday night. Careful. Some of those bourbons have proofs that will put you out of theater rotation for the night.

RADAR: Becca Trifecta
But they’ll prime you for the first day of RADAR L.A., a carefully curated festival of international and experimental performances. Twelve of the fest’s 15 shows debut today, so we’re all about it and think you should be too.

 

Replace the afternoon sunshine with the brilliance of hometown girl Miwa Matreyek’s Myth and Infrastructure, a beautifully layered combination of projection, shadow puppetry and pop-cult cut ‘n’ paste animation that’s paired with Christine Marie & Ensemble’s Ground to Cloud, a similarly complex multimedia fantasia (3:30 pm, LATC). Then drive, don’t walk, to the 6 or 7:30 pm performances of The Car Plays, one-acts performed inside, outside and around parked cars for audiences of just two at a time. Trés LA, no?

 

Gertie Gets Going
Usually, our only points of disagreement are drinks and men (her: vodka, tall and lanky; her: whiskey, taller and lankier). But two of tonight’s RADAR performances are so good, we’re splitting up. Follow that Becca to Skid Row, pop into the unassuming Los Angeles Street Loft, and emerge from the elevators into the world premiere of Gertrude Stein’s Brewsie and Willie. Poor Dog Group, made up of smartypants CalArts alumni, uses the space in such inventive, surprising ways, you might not even care about the subject matter.

Couch Slouch
After your experimental art fix, hike up your asymmetrical skirt for expertly crafted cocktails at the swank, slightly secret The Association. Under vintage glass chandeliers, draped over blood-red couches, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’re in a James Bond fever dream.

 

Rude Mech!
Follow that other Becca all the way down to Culver City for Austin, Texas performance group Rude Mech’s The Method Gun, a herky-jerky, noisy, plush-tiger-headed exploration of what happens when a group of over-dedicated artists lose their leader. Once you’re sweaty and spent, catch your breath at Bottle Rock wine bar while you figure out how to get home.

 

Comments

  1. B. S. Hassler says:

    Love the column and video montage but don’t just leave us hot n’ sweaty!! Did the LA tour bus get you home with your maidenhood intact? Do the Rude Mechs still leave you breathless… panting for more??

    Vicarious Reader