Happening Now
There is a restaurant you have driven past a hundred times. You know the awning. You have wondered about it at a red light. You have never once walked in, because walking in requires a reason and you never had one.
For two weeks the whole city hands you the reason. Hundreds of kitchens — Koreatown izakayas, downtown dining rooms, Silver Lake brunch counters, more than thirty Michelin-starred rooms sitting on the same list as neighborhood places that never needed a star to fill their tables — all put out a fixed menu at lunch and dinner. This is not a festival with booths and samples. It is the barrier dropping for a fortnight, at prices running from an easy weeknight to a genuine occasion.
No ticket, no wristband. You walk in and ask for the menu, though the good rooms will want a reservation. Pick the one you have been driving past. That is the entire assignment.