"When you’re a few weekend trips behind your friends and quickly losing at competitive summering, put on some linen pants and get back in the game at this Peruvian restaurant. Sit on Madre Selva's patio, feel your pants swaying in the wind, and order a foamy pisco sour and some peppery ceviche carretillero—you'll soon forget you're in Lindbergh and not on some beach. Just try not to look wide-eyed at the NBA point guard who sat down next to you." - juli horsford, jacinta howard, nina reeder