So, after FIGO we headed to White Provision's which hosted the Italian artist, Marco Grassi & his fabulous paintings. He was there, hanging out in his wheel chair with his tattoos falling out of his shirt & hair purposely left uncombed. His art was the setting for the fashion show which had started as soon as we walked in; almost as if they were waiting for us. We were greeted by a table filled with Italian wine & Peroni. I opted for a glass of Pino Grigio, Chris grabbed a Peroni. We were in awe of the loft space used for the show. A perfect setting for the evening. After mulling around his art & the beautiful people we headed out & undeniably stumbled upon a hidden gem. Tucked next to the railroad and creatively named JCT bar.
Junction. We sat outside, facing the railroad, on comfortable, low couches.
The lighting was dim & red from the heat lamps hanging above. The flowing ceiling was made of linen-like canvas and wood; when a train went by the canvas swayed. I could swear if I turned around the ocean would be there. The music was perfect. A little Bob Marley, Tribe called Quest and other delights to the ears. Atmosphere a 10. We each ordered the same thing. A cocktail with muddled strawberries with gin and mint over crushed ice. Refreshing. We ordered a dozen oysters to keep the refreshing theme going. I wasn't impressed; they weren't cold enough. The heat lamps from above didn't help either! It's okay because the atmosphere knocked the oysters out of the park. Chris & I sat there discussing Dali art and our future plans~ A memorable one to say the least.
So, after FIGO we headed to White Provision's which hosted the Italian artist, Marco Grassi & his fabulous paintings. He was there, hanging out in his wheel chair with his tattoos falling out of his shirt & hair purposely left uncombed. His art was the setting for the fashion show which had started as soon as we walked in; almost as if they were waiting for us. We were greeted by a table filled with Italian wine & Peroni. I opted for a glass of Pino Grigio, Chris grabbed a Peroni. We were in awe of the loft space used for the show. A perfect setting for the evening. After mulling around his art & the beautiful people we headed out & undeniably stumbled upon a hidden gem. Tucked next to the railroad and creatively named JCT bar. 
Junction. We sat outside, facing the railroad, on comfortable, low couches.
The lighting was dim & red from the heat lamps hanging above. The flowing ceiling was made of linen-like canvas and wood; when a train went by the canvas swayed. I could swear if I turned around the ocean would be there. The music was perfect. A little Bob Marley, Tribe called Quest and other delights to the ears. Atmosphere a 10. We each ordered the same thing. A cocktail with muddled strawberries with gin and mint over crushed ice. Refreshing. We ordered a dozen oysters to keep the refreshing theme going. I wasn't impressed; they weren't cold enough. The heat lamps from above didn't help either! It's okay because the atmosphere knocked the oysters out of the park. Chris & I sat there discussing Dali art and our future plans~ A memorable one to say the least.
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