Newport Beach Like a Local

Newport Beach Like a Local

I’m not from Southern California. I can’t drop the word “stoked” into casual conversation or explain where the confusing web of freeways might get you if you took the 10 to the 91 to the 73. (Can someone just name these roads and be done with it?) Truth is, I’m just

I’m Sick of Beer. Now What?

I’m Sick of Beer. Now What?

A word from Melissa: This post is written by guest blogger, Lexi Tess. Let’s give a warm, little word studio welcome to Lexi and enjoy her guest post, where she postulates new articulations on the same old lagers and ales …  I’m sick of beer. Now what? Correction: You think you’re sick

Escape to Big Bear

Escape to Big Bear

“And I don’t need one other thing, except my dog.” – Steve Martin, The Jerk The road to Big Bear, CA, for those who have never been, is a tale of paved unexpectation. What begins as a characterless, fifty-three lane freeway—rough estimate—soon turns to a thin, serpentine course that twines ’round swelling, green-pine landscape

Shakespeare: 400 Years Gone, Still Cooler Than Us All

Shakespeare: 400 Years Gone, Still Cooler Than Us All

Hop onto the Google homepage today and you’ll notice it’s looking distinctly … Shakespearean. The artwork commemorates the 400th anniversary of the death of William Shakespeare, “writer, playwright, and one of the most eloquent voices of all time,” wrote Google. Yes, it’s true: Shakespeare and his words were the shining paradigm of English eloquence

Brews with Views: The 2016 Newport Beach Beerfest

Brews with Views: The 2016 Newport Beach Beerfest

I hate to be the one to say this but Shakespeare had it wrong: To beer or not to beer—that is the real question. The answer? Let’s have the 2016 Newport Beach Beerfest respond, because it’s happening at Newport Dunes this Saturday from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m. Newport Beach Beerfest, an O.C. tradition that brings quality brews beachside each year,

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part Three]

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part Three]

Another white wine, chilled so her fingers ran down the glass to clear away a light layer of frost. How he knew – when she didn’t say – that she only drank Sauvignon Blanc could’ve been a mystery worthy of Premier Private Detective investigation but something about a missing painting or a dangerous message

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THE GOLDEN CLAIM-JUMPER

For as long as he could remember, Cash Silver thought his name unfitting but today – with only a bankrupt bar in Colorado and three dead goldfish to call his own – the thought was stronger than ever before. Cash Silver seemed right for a six-foot-four cowboy with bronzed skin and

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