“Where are you taking me?” It’s a sentiment often mused by those that make the eastside haul to this remote strip of Western where one of LA’s best bars hides behind the mask of urban sprawl caught between Hollywood and Koreatown. Visitors arrive to a demure hostess reception and are offered entrance through a narrow cloakroom that leads to a balcony atrium and staircase entrance to the main bar. Downstairs, a precarious series of steps for anyone in heels, alas the charming den of premium liquors and dressy partakers comes into view with its antiqued walls and towering Victorian bar and series of parlor rooms that lend the feel of pre-Castro Cuba in the center of Hollywood.
Tips
The bar has little pretense once you’re inside, but reservations are required and booked through the bar’s website free of charge. Images: Manufactur
Last Word
Dress to impress, the bar maintains a strict dress code that encourages dresses or skirts for the ladies and jackets or collared shirts for the men. Sport shoes, even if they’re Louis Vuitton or Lanvin, won’t be admitted.
