Deciding on a late night taco in the area, my neighbor decided on Macho's Tacos.  Originally, he was going see if Yucca's was open, but Yucca's is like Brigadoon in its business hours.  Machos however, is as regular as a senior citizen sauced on prune juice.  Personally, I've really only ever had their Machos steak fries, but my neighbor swears by their burritos.  He got a chicken burrito with rice, cheese, guacamole, and sour cream.  it might've been the Oro Azul he drank earlier but he devoured it with reckless abandon.  It was so good apparently that even his friend from down the block came by to have a bite/the rest of it.  I had no idea that this burrito has Pied Piper capabilities, i really should take note.

I just wonder how magical Yucca's tacos are now... 

--Shane Redsar

Last night's Crazy 4 Cult show was indeed a mob scene, with a thick line clotting the sidewalk down Melrose. Inside, the sauna/art show was a sweaty feast of paintings dedicated to cult film favorites, my favorite being an homage to Better Off Dead by Aaron Jasinski. Title? "Waiting for Cusack" Loff it.

Also noteworthy: a Luke Chueh Donnie Darko piece, and a series by Scott Campbell called "Great Showdowns" about epic movie conflicts. Campbell's work is tiny, delicate, and adorable. I want to eat it. I am also very hungry.

I had a Lady Party at the Echoplex to attend, and after a high five with Plasticgod (once known by the less family friendly moniker Plasticfucker) I scooted out, only to be lured by the back parking lot before I left.

A free Dewar's bar and movies projected on the wall had me hooked for another hour. Met the lovely Kari from Truxtop , and saw Misha , who was rightfully giddy from a recent sale to Kevin Smith.

Then it was off to the Lady Party for some chick comedy. Met up with the Esteemed Mister George Ducker, who conducted today's piece on Jerry Stahl and Oprah smoking crack.

After spotting a tour bus the size of Delaware parked in the alley behind the Echo, we made the sound decision to hold our heads high with false conifdence and waltz straight through the back gate of the Echo's smoking patio to catch some of the Black Lips show.

Wilting, I finally hit bed, but not before eating a bag of Cheetos for dinner. 

When did Les Deux become such a magnet for celebs fresh out of rehab? Just because the spot serves spaghetti doesn’t mean it’s not really a club—you know, in case Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears thought they were fooling anyone. Britney, of course, was there on Sunday night and inspired a parking-lot brawl and Lindsay was there last night for the club’s one-year anniversary. Was the anniversary bash worth the negative press she’ll get for hitting yet another club? Meh. Aside from the two male go-go dancers on the stage, the event wasn’t all that sexy.  

What if you could lose weight, boost your immune system and stop global warming while getting drunk? That's what brothers Courtney and Carter Reum, both twentysomethings, have set out to do with VeeV, an açaí liqueur that's become all the rage at trendy bars like Winston's, Les Deux and Skybar.

The pros:
Not only is the booze packed with antioxidants, vitamins C and E, calcium, dietary fiber and protein, but the liqueur also has prickly pear, which supposedly fends off hangovers. What’s more, the Reum brothers are environmentally conscious: They use recycled packaging and soy ink, insist that their salespeople drive Hybrids and—the best part—they donate some of their proceeds to the Amazonian Forest, where açaí berries are harvested.

The cons:
You have to drink a lot of VeeV just to get the slightest buzz—this is coming from a light weight too. And, while the fruity alcohol doesn’t taste bad, it doesn’t taste all that remarkable either.

The bottom line:
If you'd rather burn a hole in your pocket than in the ozone, order a VeeV cocktail.

Ikea, everyone's favorite purveyor of craptastic furniture and lingonberry juice, has just announced that it's recalling its complete line of marinated herring. And since it's Ikea we're talking about, the herring is packaged and sold under a variety of ridiculous, faux-Swedish names like DILLSILL, SENAPSILL and (my personal favorite) INLAGD SILL.

Please get your marinated herring from an alternative marinated herring source until further notice.

--Amir Kenan