There is something smoldering about the downtown of Los Angeles. It’s vacant at first sight, with uplit buildings and quiet streets. It looks like it was built for a population three times its size. But it’s raucous with history, and spread beautifully thin. Loft parties, basement speakeasies, and rooftops frosted with city lights. And something new that we’d like to share.
In the heart of Pershing Square, a beat shy of the Biltmore, is a gorgeous building from the early 20th that is home to Perch, a sprawling French bistro on the top two levels. Summer was as far from our memory as a dip in the Parker Palm Springs pool, but we toasted a warm fall evening on the patio with a bottle (or two) of bubbly. We ordered a post-concert supper of Beef Bourgignon Deconstruit and an apple tart (dessert is a mandatory component of HotelCrush).
But mostly we fell for the view:
The Beef Bourgignon Deconstruit and Apple Tart:
