Adam Weissman is an old friend and a guy I play tennis with regularly. He’s also an art director at Stüssy, video director for clients such as Nike, one third of the obscure but credible post-trip-hop (I say that as if it’s a thing) band Pollyn, occasional DJ, and aspiring screenwriter. You might call him a restless creative. Today he brings his friend and collaborator Roy Choi — in many ways the most important chef Los Angeles has given the world since Wolfgang Puck — to the