The Grill by Lucien Désar
I was barreling down the 101 at four o’clock in the morning when I got off the exit for Santa Monica boulevard. I waited at the light at the off-ramp and veered left towards West Hollywood. One advantage of working a ridiculous shift was that I didn’t have to deal with traffic, the trade-off; all… Read More The Grill by Lucien Désar