By Andrew Ramirez * I was shooting pool at Seven Grand, sinking all the right ones and letting the the ice melt in my whiskey, when I was reminded of that quote by Hemingway: “A good bar makes a man feel good.” I was feeling good. But there's that other quote by him too, and it got me worried: “Behind every good bar is a bad woman. Because if she were good, the bar … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Seventh Heaven at Seven Grand
Boy Meets Bar: Your Father’s Office or Mine?
By Andrew Ramirez * The way I remember my pop’s office, he had this ancient four-foot upright standing dispenser of Boston Beans, like the kind you’d find in a general store circa 1940 or on Main Street in Disney Land. I think it was gift (maybe not) and although I’ve never been to Boston, I’ve since associated an entire city with a glass container full of stale red … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Your Father’s Office or Mine?
Boy Meets Bar: Cupcakes and Beer
By Andrew Ramirez * This weekend I caught myself slouching in a booth, looming over beers and a heap of food at 1739 Public House in Los Feliz. I was with a good friend, but we had had a bad afternoon. He was on a photo assignment but he didn’t get any pictures. It was his initial assignment to snap some photos of cupcakes for a writer he was working with, who was writing … [Read more...] about Boy Meets Bar: Cupcakes and Beer
Adios Junior Year and Twenty Years
By Andrew Ramirez * hurry twenty years, are you all packed and ready for vegas, baby? junior year’s riding shotgun, barefoot, barely there with a cowboy hat on his head like a bad joke, and he can’t be blamed— he’s dehydrated. there’s that warm case of caguama swinging whip-quick in my direction. junior year gulping it all down like … [Read more...] about Adios Junior Year and Twenty Years
Coachella Me A River
By Andrew Ramirez * This past weekend, for the first time this year, LA was hit with white hot temperatures—some authentic, shirt-sticks-to-your-skin desert burn. So hot it felt good sitting in the shade listening to the radio like you were in a Norman Rockwell painting or something, drinking beer and eating watermelon. Two hours to the Southeast, the Coachella music … [Read more...] about Coachella Me A River