The bar where I had my birthday is number 6 on Gridskipper's LA Bars for Getting Hit On by Unemployed Industry Douchebags. Context: the WeHo Standard is number 7. I feel so dirty...
So as not to be accused of undue sexism, I thought I'd throw in a bar where men can fall victim to the female version of the unemployed industry jerk. This lonely little watering hole on a desolate stretch of Venice… plays host to douchebags from either side of the gender line, and its female regulars will stop at nothing in their pursuit of a one-night stand. Once I was here with a male friend, and a girl he wasn't particularly interested in kept following him around, and when he didn't respond to her advances she threw a bottle at him. It shattered loudly, attracting the attention of the bouncer, and my friend was thrown out in the ensuing chaos. She may very well still be there, which is as good a reason as any not to go.
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