Metromix on the douchiest bar in L.A.
Our waitress, Nikki, seems a pitch-perfect example of the douchebag's prey—the hot chick. A tanned, pretty Texan with an awesome Valley girl twang, Nikki instantly lasers in on the concept of hot chicks with douchebags but emphatically insists she's not that type of girl. "L.A. is the city for that couple. I'm a personality person, and that's really rare here. I'm single." She does, however, get "bag-swooped" on a regular basis. "As the night goes on, they get drunker, they get liquid courage," she says. "One guy's cheesy pickup line was, 'God had a really good day when he made you.'"
Certainly, the joint's menacing mechanical bull must somehow symbolize the d-bag z-geist. Perhaps the d-bag is a modern-day bull fighter, a vigorous dandy swathed in magnificent garments, pirouetting nimbly before taking down the wild, potentially ornery hot chick. Or maybe the douchebag riding the bull is subliminally meant to suggest the hot chick riding the douchebag.
And Eater LA takes the thread and runs with it...