Photo Credit: Foodcollection/getty images
Last week my husband and I grabbed the kids and journeyed south to
The lobby’s chic main bar and sitting area are called The Living Room, which made me laugh. Imagine the LA glitterati texting each other: “Yo, meet me in the Living Room.” This particular Living Room, I’ll have you know, is nothing like my living room -- nothing, in fact, like any living room I’ve ever seen.
That night, we ate dinner at Home, a friendly restaurant with an expansive menu and outdoor patio. I ordered a breakfast burrito at
But, seriously, why name a restaurant, or a bar, after a room in your house -- or the house itself? Don’t we go out specifically to escape home, not be reminded of it?
Not necessarily. As my husband pointed out, “It’s all good, so long as someone else is doing the dishes.”