The Boys are back in town. I’ll bet 90% of the journalists who attended this event started with that exact line.
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Audrina Patridge, Seth Rogan, Andy Cohen, Leila George & More at ChainFEST W/ Skrewball Whiskey
I finally made it to the Olympics of fast food, and it was seriously off the chain. Sorry I’m a millennial and that’s how we used to talk.
Desayuno, desaydos, desaytres! I’ve covered Chicas a couple times now, but this third trip was truly a moment.
They’ve rolled out a brand new brunch menu at their flagship location, Chicas Cantina in Culver City, al lado del metro y muchos restaurantes divertidas.
They’re playing the classics here: breakfast burritos, chilaquiles, breakfast tacos, huevos rancheros and pancakes.
I dove into the breakfast burrito – Eggs, potatoes, cheese, avocado salsa and morita aioli. It was hearty, sliced in half, and packed with flavor. Everyone’s looking for bang for your buck, and this is it.
The potatoes – crispy home fries – were divine. The star of the show was the salsa roja, a smoky and slightly spicy sauce that really set this burrito apart.
Now at this point I’m one house margarita down, dining al fresco, really feeling myself. I’m ready to take down a taco.

Photo by Chicas Tacos
I can’t put my finger on what it is that made this taco pop, but it most definitely did. My best guess is the morita aioli, which is fruity, smoky and savory, and really surprised me.
Google tells me morita is a staple of Mexican food, but somehow in Los Angeles I don’t think I’ve ever had it.
I’m so hooked. Of all the dishes I tried, this was my favorite. Banger.

Photo by Chicas Tacos
Their chilaquiles roja was piled to the sky with eggs, chips, salsa, cilantro, onions, crema de elote and queso fresco. It jumps off the plate as the most-photogenic dish, a melange of colors and textures that add up to a flavorful and triumphant breakfast smash.
This is absolutely a dish for sharing. They don’t skimp, y’all. Prepare thyselves.

Photo by Chicas Tacos
My final dish was the huevos rancheros, a dish that starts fights in the streets of Los Angeles. Chicas’ owner insisted we try this one, and for good reason.
I loved their choice of salsa, the eggs were perfectly poached and their fresh pico de gallo was to die for. The buttons were popping off my shirt at this point, but I pushed myself to the limit like the hero I am.
Brunch ended with a frozen margarita, a hefty and delightful drink that made me grateful for Ubers.
This won’t be my last rodeo at Chicas. They keep pulling me back in with new and improved items, impeccable service and an overall bright and buoyant energy. Los amo!
Brunch goes from 10am to 2pm Saturdays and Sundays, the perfect hangover cure or post-run fuel up. Highly recommend, gang.
Y’all, Taco Bell brought me to the mothership to preview some upcoming menu items that I bet will bring in diehards and skeptics alike.
Datz the joint, datz the jam, turn it, up, and play it again.
Immersive Gay Cabaret ‘Apocalypse Noir’ is a Theater Kids’ LSD-laced Dream
Consider my pink pony clubbed. Apocalypse Noir – an immersive, modern and fully belted drag cabaret – knocked my jock off.
We’re here, we’re queer: Is that still weird to you? HBO’s hit series ‘We’re Here’ returned last Friday on Max with another season following four queens who go to small towns to empower queer people through the power of drag.
Take one look at me you know imma Andre 3000 fan. The artistry, the honesty, the forthrightness: he’s a genius after my own heart.
So I was thrilled when I got invited by Knockturnal’s foremost music writer Hakeem to witness an IMAX presentation of ‘New Blue Sun,’ a film / album directed by Terrence Nance – huge fan of his, too – featuring Andre in a blue room simply living. A living room, if you will.
This album ended up on several year end best of lists and I couldn’t agree with those critics more. It’s meditative, curious, improvised and whimsical.
The visual we got matched that energy perfectly. He’s doing hand stands, he’s playing with toys, he’s walking with shoes for hands: it’s a tour de force of childlike improvisation soundtracked by improvisational jazz.
‘Ninety Three Til Infinity and Beyoncé’ is the standout track, a fete of Sun Ra soaked genius, featuring the magnificent string work of Memphis-born genius V.C.R.
We seguewayed to a Q+A with Terence and Andre after the film wrapped. Full disclosure: fully thought they’d both be live in the building.
Still had a marvelous time. It’s just so fun listening to Andre talk.
‘If you don’t follow through on things…overly losing just don’t feel good,’ he said in reference to successfully washing his car. Such an off-kilter and direct way of describing a universal feeling.
We sat in rapt attention as questions flooded in from around the country. We could hear – in state of the art surround sound – the live New York audience shouting out in support of one of the most brilliant minds of our time.
I was jealous I couldn’t be there to register my thanks to him in person. He may have brought us a new blue sun, but Andre 3000 remains ice cold.
Hornitos and The Gay Games: A Love Story. I had the privilege of stopping by The Warm-Up, a day party aimed at limbering us queers up for a week of Olympic-style events in Guadalajara and Hong Kong.