The Tropical Patio Because It’s Still 70 Degrees Out: Never discount the power of posting a sunny patio pic in the dead of winter. This year, Si! Mon is the place to do it. Their lush Venice patio will make every East Coast friend question their life choices, while the Panamanian menu with tuna tostadas and banana-leaf-wrapped kanpachi will validate yours.

The Three-Soup Dinner: Take your runny nose to Borit Gogae. This Koreatown restaurant does a $60 feast for two that includes three (yes, three) nourishing soups that’ll make you feel like a cute little baby learning to eat. Slurp scorched rice broth, creamy pumpkin puree, and a luscious perilla seed soup that tastes like a rotisserie chicken high-dived into Golidlock’s porridge.

The Sandwich To Buy With Grandma’s Holiday Check: Granny's check barely buys a half-tank of gas, but she said, "Buy something nice." For us, that’s lunch at Lorenzo in Beverly Hills. Their gorgeous Florentine focaccia sandwiches are full of luxurious things like olive paté, onion agrodolce, and shaved mortadella. Just make sure to send Granny a pic after.

The Gut Biome Reset: You’ve become 73% bean dip and cream cheese after attending eight end-of-year potlucks. Perilla will give you the flavorful microflora you need to become yourself again. Visit this tiny banchan shop in the hills above Chinatown to load up on collard green kimchi, kabocha squash jorim, and snappy sesame-coated green beans.

The Listening Bar Loud Enough To Drown Out Someone Explaining El Niño: You’re trying to enjoy a Japanese funk record and the dude next to you is yapping about something Joe Rogan retweeted. It happens. At Gold Line in Highland Park, DJs spin vinyl directly next to the bar, which means no interruptions. Expect hot people in vintage denim grooving to indie trip-hop, played on speakers worth more than your car.

The Heart-Shaped Pupusa: Valentine’s Day has been wreaking havoc on hearts, brains, and bank accounts for centuries. But whether you’re for this yearly display of over-the-top gestures or not, no one can deny the charm of a heart-shaped pupusa. The world’s most romantic molten corn cake costs $30 at DTLA’s La Pupusa Urban Eatery. Knowing your gift doubles as dinner for two? Priceless.

The Pilot Season Swap-Meet: Pilot season is when actors descend on LA like locusts, shacking up with temp roommates in hopes of booking that new dramedy on the CW. If that’s you, consider Harvey's your second home. If not, enjoy the scene. This classic coffee shop in Beverly Grove has great drinks, lots of outlets, and a back room perfect for rehearsing lines (or having a good cry).

The Mid-Winter Bavarian Dupe: A flight to Munich is expensive. Solvang is far. They’re turning Alpine Village into an Amazon warehouse. Luckily, there’s still Red Lion. Glass boots of hefeweizen, sausage platters, and a beer garden that looks like the Deutschland section of Epcot are all things you’ll see at this Silver Lake tavern.

The Omakase To Blow Your Year-End Bonus On: Vacations, shopping sprees, pet giraffes—all valid things to drop a sudden influx of cash on. Personally, we’d head to Sushi Note Omakase. A night at this basement sushi bar below Rodeo Drive involves vintage jazz plus 20 courses of appetizers, nigiri, and dessert for $190. If you want to get rid of even more money, the $150 wine pairing is equally spectacular.

The Takeout Wings For A Certain Sporty Day In February: Join fantasy football, they said, it’ll be fun. Not when half your team tears their ACLs. Cleanse the shame of your abysmal record by bringing Shlap Muan to the next watch party. This Cambodian wing specialist does flavors like orange habanero, jalapeño MSG, and spicy Cambodian Dirt, which tastes like lemon pepper spent a year kickboxing in Phnom Penh.