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Gothic meets mad scientist at this new watering hole, where church pews serve as seating and cocktails have names like Fatal Hour. The location (beside a barren tract of industrial land that abuts the L.A. River) is appropriately eerie, but frequent musical acts make for an inviting atmosphere.
Space is at a premium, the environment is ailing, and the American dream—a house for everyone—is receding into the distance, at least for now. Architects are responding by taking cramped postwar boxes and transforming them with modernist additions.
We don’t want to spoil the surprise, so let’s just say the entrance to this upscale new rum bar is unconventional (and we’re not referring to the bleak stretch of Western Avenue that it’s on). Surprise revealed, you descend a narrow spiral staircase into what looks like a neglected Havana nightclub circa 1940, complete with a samba band and flickering bathroom lights
The next self-referential club from David Judaken (he also owns MyHouse) features the same superluxe design that’s been the nightlife impresario’s trademark but on a more intimate scale. Gold-studded black leather banquettes are a home away from home for scenesters and The Hills alums.
Earthy materials, artisan flourishes, communal spaces—the Age of Aquarius was in full swing. Redwood, which evoked Bay Area cool, figured prominently, especially in the work of architects Donald Hensman and Conrad Buff. -
The Echoplex and its sister stage, the Echo, form a hub for the Echo Park-area music scene. Every kind of alternative act finds its way to these gritty clubs.
The house I grew up in in West Los Angeles, back in the late 1940s and early ’50s, had an immense kitchen, but it was used mostly for the construction of brown-bag school lunches and the heating of TV dinners and frozen potpies. My parents went out to dinner far more than they ate at home, and for good reason. Mom couldn’t cook, and Dad, fortunately,
There’d always been something outsize and outlandish about Anna Nicole Smith. She stood nearly six feet tall and at the time of her death in 2007 weighed 178 pounds. Her surgically inflated voluptuousness and ditzy sexuality transformed everything she touched into parody, especially her impersonations of her idol, Marilyn Monroe.
Wine house? Try compound, with 25,000 square feet of space arranged by region plus a giant wing dedicated to cocktail supplies, an Enomatic tasting room, a reserve room with bottles costing more than $200, and a “Rare and Old” room devoted to wines that are, well, rare and old.
Fernando Lopez Sr. arrived from Oaxaca, Mexico, in 1994. He began peddling his wafer-thin clayudas from a cart at 8th and Normandie. The cart led to a hole-in-the-wall called Guelaguetza, which grew into a minichain of three Oaxacan restaurants specializing in the region’s fantastical moles, tamales, and barbacoa.
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