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Classy joints and dive bars…..

Kaliphornya had yet another fun filled weekend of experiencing new bars and local night spots in the Lost Angeles area.  I have lived in the city of Angels all of one and a half years and I feel as though I have not eve scratched the surface of things to do and places to go in this city.  You could spend your whole life living here and still neglect some great local hot spots.

The highlight of this past week and my nightly adventures consisted of two very very different places.  One has the beauty and class of that girl you could never even dream of getting in college while the other was that girl you hooked up with that placed your portrait on the wall of shame.  Both bars are great and serve their purpose yet two entirely different places.

On Friday I went out with a bunch of friends to a bar in Beverly Hills a stone throw away from the ever famous and flossy Rodeo Drive.  Nic’s vodka bar was the spot and one of the first places I had to, well Zach, had to pay a cover for in some time.  There was a cheesy band playing some jams that made it fairly difficult to talk to the person standing next to you.  There is nothing like yelling at someone to have a conversation. 

Once the crew I was rolling with established some turf near the bar I ordered a Grey Hound and it went down all to smooth.  This drink had the same sort of smoothness that I experienced at Vincente in Brentwood.  After yelling to my cronies for the next half hour we caravaned across the room to the freezer.  The freezer was an air tight room that was cooled to a whopping 28 degrees Fahrenheit.  It was stocked with every kind of vodka available in the bar and we could go in there to have a true vodka tasting experience.

The hostess outfitted us with fur coats and hats giving us that Russian swagger.  As we entered the room the chill sank right down to my bones.  Luckily I had my liquid coat on and was not bothered long by the sub freezing temperature.  After a shot or two you really started to feel loose and realize why Russians love Vodka so much.  It truly warmed me up in such harsh temperatures and made me want to pack my life up and move to Moscow.

After a cool twenty minutes in the freezer we deemed it was time to bounce and call it a night.  I made a wise crack to the hostess and she offered me a friendly version of the bird.  She had some true sass.  What a hooker.  As the night was winding down you could see all the girls that showed up to the bars dressed in their tiny black dresses getting desperate to find their new sugar daddy.  Nothing says gold-digger like a girl who is in her Vegas best get up hitting on a fat, smelly, Ed Hardy wearing, blinged out wrist watch, bald dude with no game.  Hey if you have a Ferrari in valet I guess more power to you. Onward to Saturday.

Dells saloon, is one of a kind.  If you have not been there boy are you missing out.  There is truly no requirements for this bar.  It is an old local dive bar for the West Los Angeles crowd.  There are two pool tables, an out door smoking area, and on Saturday nights you have a great Karaoke set up.

Drunk Dan

Drunk Dan

It is the bar that you go to when you want to enjoy a stiff drink out of a plastic cup.  You have your locals who come at two in the afternoon and shut this place down.

I went to Dells twice, ehhhhh maybe three times last week.  It may sound like I am a regular but no it just happened.  So last Monday I was at Dells with my cousin when he challenged this guy to a game of pool.  He was playing this dude named Dan who was just hammered and looked like he was straight out Crocodile Dundee.  They were talking shit back and forth which made for some entertaining spectating.  In the end Dan was victorious and i’m sure it made his night, only he would not remember it the next day.  Later on in the evening everyone attention in the bar was directed towards one of the monitors in the corner of the bar.  It was two guys throwing down that the security camera caught.

I soon realized that one of the guys boxing was drunk Dan.  He had been there since one in the afternoon.  I looked at my watch and it was one in the AM.  The dude had been throwing back cocktails for twelve hours.  Ohh yeah and Dells does not serve food.  Homie must have been smashed.  Needless to say it was an entertaining noche.

On Saturday night I some how found myself once again at Dells, this time the place was bumping and Karaoke was in full effect.  People were having a good time and just getting out of hand wasted.  I started to think about Nic’s that place where it would be frowned upon to yell out to the band, “Fuck yeah rock on, you guys are the shit.”  At Dells I feel that I would truly embarrass my mother and let her down if I wrote what some people were yelling about.  When people rolled out they were staggering, there were no Ferrari’s in the parking lot but Honda Civics and bikes.

Both spots were equally fun in their own way yet night and day from each other.  It would be like kicking it with Beauty and the Beast, the Lakers (55-14)  and Kings (15-55), USC and UCLA, all offering great forms of entertainment just in completely different ways.

Stay classy but not too classy-


Rush Street

What is up fellow Kaliphornyans it is Sunday and like I have said a million times before it is my favorite day of the week.  Last night was a pretty low key night.  I had some people over and as my boy Parker over at Lost Angeles says “we burned some groceries” and sipped some Margaritas (my twist on the most bomb recipe ever).  We eventually decided to roll on over to Rush Street Grill in Culver City.  


Rush Street

Rush Street

Culver City has come a long way over the past years going from the arm pit of Hollywood and Santa Monica to an up an comming area thriving with Angelinos leaving their mark on this vast city.  I had been to Rush Street once several months ago during the day.  It seemed like a very chill sort of ale house with bomb food.  The Mac and Cheese as well as the sliders are a must.  It was a cool spot that was pretty chill.  


As we valeted the car beacuse we were truly feeling flossy or maybe just lazy Rush Street was jumpin.  Once we made it through the door it was a club/ lounge like atmosphere.  Music was bumping and the place was packed.  When I ate dinner there I had never noticed that there was a whole second floor.  Last night we caravanned our way through a very mixed crowd and journeyed up the stairs.  There was a whole other bar, D.J, out door patio, two semi private rooms, stripper pole, and roped off VIP area that could look down on Lower Rush street giving it a very strong club atmosphere.

I think that it would be a very chill place to kick it and get a table but it looked as though anyone at a table was also getting bottle service.  To refresh you on my stance with bottle service I hate it.  Any dumb schmuck who spends 250 on a bottle that you could go outside walk a block down the street and get the same bottle for 25.00 is an idiot (unless you are my boy Andy at Stingaray in San Deeze, but thats a differnet story). A wise lady once said if a waiter asks me if I want bottle service I ask if there is a corking fee.   

The second floor and tables made you feel like you were at an overcrowded house party where all you can do is the arm and finger dance due to the lack of space.  The crowd was just bizzare, take your valley cats, native culverians, the Santa Monicans, your select Holly Woodians, the downtown kids, and the inglewooders and you have the mix that was last night.  A true Lost Angeles expirence.   

So after sippin on some Whiskey we journeyed our way to the exit and peaced out.  I think that this would be a pretty chill place to come on a lazy weeknight or a bomb place any time during the day.  It was a little overcrowded for this Brentwoodians taste but a cool place and a great vibe for the most part.  

One more thing, the DJ was spinning early to mid to late 90’s hip hop…..Puff Daddy and Mase were one of the highlights for the night.  



Adventures of a Brentwoodian Round I

What is up all?  Last night was a good one.  Had some friends over and drank some Whiskey.  Once the cocktails were flowing the crew decided to go to a restraunt/bar called the Vicente.  We hopped in a cab and made our way to the bar.  The cab fee came out to $7.15.  The cabby gave me two dollars back out of my ten.  I pondered how much to tip him when I realized he short changed me 85 cents.  If he gave me three bucks back I would have told him to keep two of the three dollars.  He didnt thou so he got an 85 cent tip, which is fair for a two min cab ride.  Why do we tip cabby’s, this is one practice we should adopt from Europe, no tips?    

So once inside Vicente we got seats right away at the bar.  It was not crowded for a friday night which is yet another boistorious reflection of the current economy.  Do you think the DJI will drop to the 6,000 mark on Monday?  Anyhow at the bar I felt like something different than a Jack and Coke.  My cousin had been there before so I got what he ordered.



 It was similar to a greyhound, grapefruit juice minus the vodka plus the gin.  I have never really been a big gin guy but I was a fan of this drink.  At Vincente they pride themselves on their cocktails because the fruit juice in coctails is all freshly squeezed.  The grapefruit and gin went perfect together.  Vicente also serves homemade potatoe chips that were out of this world.  
After some great conversations the bar was getting ready to close.  The owner was conversing with the few remaining people at the bar and hanging out with the waiters.  My crew was shooting the shit with several waiters and being friendly.  You never know when it will come in handy knowing a bar tender.  Without thinking I brought my empty drink and plate up to the bar trying to make the bartenders night a little easier.  


The owner an older swanky woman saw me do this and called me out.  “Why are you brining your dishes up to the bar?  The bartender will get those.”  I replied “I just wanted to make it easier on them, trying to help out.  It’s my mothers fault.”  She got a huge smile on her face and told the bar tender to make my cousin and I another drink .  They poured us the last of the grapefruit juice which was about half the glass then filled the other half of the glass with gin.  Stiff yet satifying.  It does pay off to be nice and help other people once in awhile.  The owner went ahead and called us a cab.  After a couple minutes the cab showed up and we went off to the Brentwood.

 The Brentwood for those of you who have not had  the expirence yet is my bar in the backyard.  It is a very dark lit room that is eighty percent tables and 20 percent bar.  If you live in the area then you have found yourself swaggering in there one time or another.  The food is good and the drinks are stiff (if you know the bar tenders).  

The Brentwood

The Brentwood

Normally we sit at the bar but last night we decided to get a table.  I have heard so often of the dougnut holes  so I went ahead and ordered them along with another grapefruit and gin.  The holes came with a very rich chocolate sauce, custard sauce, and strawberry sauce.  Each were good and it was the perfect food to top the night off.


During our excursion to the Brentwood we had a new waitress that I had never seen.  You could tell she wanted to get the hell out of there and was in no mood to be a great host.  She was shooting us glances left and right along with being a stright bitch.  Needless to say when we had an issue with one of the drinks she walked right away from the table and got the manager.  The manger was chill and the drink was comped.  We got done there and made our way back to home base, said our goodbyes and it was off to bed.  

A good night with great people leading into an excellent weekend

More adventures to come-


Weekend Warrior

Friday night, was a big night. Had some good people over Zack and Emily and discussed almost anything and everything. Had some bomb cooking possibly the most American Meal you could have. It was prepared by my lovely girlfriend Whats Gaby Cooking and Zack Lost Angeles did the steaks to perfection. It was a magical meal topped off with some Chocolate Molten Lava cake. Lots of Whiskey was thrown back that night and it led to some good times with great people.
The next day was very relaxed and ended up going to my girlfriends Uncle’s house and had dinner with the family. Her uncle wants to move to South Africa. He is a very smart dude and used to teach at USC. Needless to say any conversation with him you get an interesting twist on things and is never dull.
After dinner we stormed from Woodland hills to Santa Monica and met up with my cousin and his lady friend. Once again the Whiskey flowed until late in the night and we eneded up searchign the thrid stree promenade for food after the bars closed. Saddly nothing was open and so we ventured to Swingers.
Swingers might have been the most bizzare thing I have ever seen. This place was all organic or at least I am told and reminded me of a Dennys. I have passed by it thousands upon thousands of times and never saw any interest to it. Once you make it inside at two in the morning it is a whole sub culture of people who are craving food after a long night of drinking. Everyone was coming off of their buzz and wanted a nice meal before journeying into bed.
Got some chili cheese fries, none that I would write home about, drove everyone home and passed out at three am.
I have not gone to bed at three AM in a long long time. I was worthless all day Sunday. Woke up just in time to catch the end of the Spurs beating the Celtics, which is always a good thing, then watched the Lakeshow beat the Bronbreezys Cavs with a very sick Kobe Bryant.
Lurched around the apt the rest of the day and am gearing up for another week of work ahead.
Needless to say it was nice to go and act like I was in college again, but done in a more sophisticated way.
Big things to happen this week.


Hello weekend

rly-wtf1I hope that everyone has a great weekend. I started it off with a bang last night. Had plenty of Whiskey, Steak, and Potatoes. An all American meal. Many ideas arouse last night for blog topics for the up coming week. I will keep you posted for when they drop. Lets make this weekend epic. Also look for guest blog to drop from Parker over at and check out what I ate last night at……

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