Vol.101 - In La: Red Hot Jam

We ended in Beverly Hills, at a new omakase spot where the chef is a former neuroscientist. The rice is aged in kelp. The tuna is flown in from a specific latitude in the Pacific. Cost: $350 per person. Vibe: Silent except for the pop of wasabi.

Vol.102 will be about silence . As the city gets louder, busier, and more tech-integrated, the luxury of the next volume will be silence. No phone reception. No influencer pop-ups. Just the sound of the ocean in Malibu or the wind in Angeles National Forest. Final Verdict: Keep Your Red Jam Whether you are an actor waiting tables, a billionaire building a spaceship in Hawthorne, or a tourist standing at the Hollywood star of a forgotten starlet—LA runs through your veins. Red Hot Jam Vol.101 - in LA

9.5/10 Mood: Caffeinated optimism with a dark tan. Red Jam Vol.101 is available in print (very limited) and via our Substack (very open). Follow us for the next exit. We ended in Beverly Hills, at a new

"I used to think LA was about who you know," Torres says, adjusting her Aviator Nation hoodie. "Now, it’s about when you move. My calendar is color-coded by the color of the traffic on Google Maps. Red means you’ve lost." Cost: $350 per person