I hit this bar named 7 Grand where, according to locals, all the cool kids hang out. If "cool kids" means guys in blue oxfords and kackis, I don't think I want to be cool. It was an interesting crowd, but I didn't care much. I just needed to pee. I had a couple drinks also.
7 Grand specialized in whiskey and I partaked in a Sazarac with rye whiskey and a Manhatten with rye whiskey. Both were true jems. Truly works of art.
I was to meet my buddy @ 9 at a place named The Edison and it was 7:30. I walked around trying to find a place to sit down and eat and also the place where I would eventually end up and couldn't find either. I eventually went back to the car in order to move it closer to where I thought the Edison may be. While moving it, I found A and I's favorite LA bar - Bar 107. I parked, went in and grabbed a beer at the end of the bar.
Bar 107 is a bit divey and attracts some interesting fellas. Next to me at the end of the bar was Chavez. He was a larger fit individual, someone who at the blink of the eye you wouldn't want to make mad. Well, Chavez was a bit drunk when I sat down so he was pretty friendly. We chatted and he revealed that he had just spent the past 10 years in jail and had only been out for about 3 days. Wow! I think I believed him. We talked a little, mostly him talking about god and future and introducing himself a few more times. It was all fun and the bartenders kept looking at me rolling their eyes. It was a game. In the end, I bought him a beer and headed to The Edison.
The Edison is bar created out of the physical plant in the basement of a building. This plant created electricity with turbine engines and other big equipment. The people who rebuild this location into the Edison preserved much of what was there and made it into a premier locale. It was amazing and huge. And expensive.
At The Edison, I met my friend and whom I would call a mentor of sorts and had a great conversation. We had a great time. Some of his friends showed up, including some tattoo artists who knew Atlas tattoo and Albina Press. Interestingly enough, I had two pounds of Stumptown coffee from Albina Press in my bag. It was a good night.
In the end, I couldn't stay out too late. Around 12:30, I decided to bow out and head back to El Segundo. Argh, the 45 minute drive. But, all in all, a wonderful night in downtown LA.
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3 comments:
Whoa! I don't think they were TELLING you how to order a whiskey. I don't get that from the sign at all. It doesn't say THE four ways to order a whiskey. They're just making suggestions. It was just supposed to get you to think outside your normal Manhattan or Whiskey and Coke. (I think you may have NEEDED a whiskey!)
Sorry! It was the Manhattan talking. ;-)
I envy you finding a place that features Rye Sazaracs and Manhattans. (BTW, have you been to Roux on Killingsworth in Portland? They have two different Sazaracs!)
Brewhaha,
Thanks for the comment. I write how I talk, so sometimes what I'm trying to say doesn't come across well. I was so excited to be in a bar where whiskey is put on a pedestal. That is what made me excited to see the sign. Yes, baby, tell me what to drink. Don't you feel like that sometimes? Walk into a bar, waffling and just want the waitress or bartender to choose for you? That is how I felt when I saw that cool sign.
I have been to Roux, but not for a Sazerac. I did have one at Acadia which was amazing and got me thinking about them prior to the trip.
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