Check It. Rolling Stone.

Reason #5,068 to subscribe to Rolling Stone magazine--to get Mick Jagger in your mailbox instead of having to get the issue with Keith Richards on the cover (unless of course you prefer the less cute rocker).

I was thrilled with the latest issue, and then while picking up some necessities in CVS the other night, I noticed that some people aren't so lucky, and have a much less attractive (in my opinion) cover photo.

Not that I'm saying to judge a magazine by the cover ...

Many magazines do this once in awhile--Harper's Bazaar did it for the Demi Moore cover a few months ago.

-- Leslie Anne Wiggins

Photo credit: www.seagullhair.com

Eat Out. Fern's [Sunday Brunch].

Spending your Sunday afternoons in a dumpy dive bar in Long Beach may seem kind of trashy, but Fern's is a bit different.

By no stretch of the imagination could one call this place classy, with a mural of a topless horned woman with a bifurcated tongue on one wall and the floor that looks more like the foundation, but Sundays here are $1 Busch day, happy hour all night, and at times, barbeque, grilled cheeses and PB&J nights, this place on Sunday is the place to be.

It's definitely more of a punk-style bar, but has probably one of the best jukeboxes I've ever seen (have you ever been able to find Elvis, Tom Waits, the Stones, the Clash, Siouxsie, Bauhaus, Dylan, Johnny Cash, Iggy Pop, and the Damned on one jukebox?)
And the beer selection is great, with at least three different kinds of Angel City brew, but you may have to wait a while. The sassy bartenders may give you the snub.

Note: This place is definitely not for the faint of heart. This place defines the phrase "dive bar".

-- Lauren Williams