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Review: Red Medicine, a little like punk rock and splendid in its own way
Review: Red Medicine, a little like punk rock and splendid in its own way

The night of the lunar eclipse, I was having a late supper at Red Medicine out on Wilshire, a few tables over from a man who had decided to dress as Jesus for the evening, a slender young man with long, straight hair and white robes flowing around his ankles. I can't be sure, but I think he ordered the tasting menu. After dinner, I walked outside in time to see the last sliver of the moon disappear into the Earth's shadow. An elderly man plucked at my arm, eager to know what I was looking up at, and I pointed at the moon, at Mars shining bright and pink in its penumbra. The man shrugged. He'd seen better. The boulevard in Beverly Hills pulsed with the red lights of three...

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