Ideal hangover food and spot to detox. Chow brie and Granny Smith apples on a baguette, lamb burger.
Los Feliz outpost of ubiquitous "Gap for hipsters."
Psycho-billy cast inside rockin' Atwater Village Lincoln log drinking hole mise-en-scene. Now squeal like a pig, city boy!
You're just over the hill from Chinatown, but gas is expensive. Energy-balancing Mongolian beef arrives steaming hot and gingerly sauced.
A department kind of store for non department kind of people.
Los Feliz gets ever more corporate. At least they brought booze.
Treasures from distant lands make for a wholly unique magical experience.
Guzzle cheap cheap drinks far away from Hollywood fakery and prices with ocean-sized weekends crowds.
We thought highly of the food, but our hardcore Punjabi crew screams 'don't do it!'
Sunday brunch satisfies cruising social climbers with plenty of tender, fresh meat on plates and at tables.
Bored waitresses sigh over our order of chocolate milkshake, punk tarts, and belly bomb omelette.
Upscale cocktails in a room modeled after Gremlins junk shop or our favorite opium den.
Who ever thinks that Hollywood is a place only for ditzy bleached out guys and girls whom only indulge in superficial fantasies never came to Harmony Gallery.
Envy fellow noshers' designer thrift duds over My Sister the Tree Hugger (granola) by the Koi pond.
Beer-fueled good times to be had.
Authentic plates cut down on the jazz, opting for quality over sex appeal.
Designer kids clothes for designer Moms.
Los Feliz gets a cozy and sophisticated neighborhood bistro.
Quiet humble digs on Griffith Park for easy hiking above the city on Nathaniel West-fueled trips.
Hella hot pizza, perfect for gothic-mongerers.
Giant and super-tasty breakfasts, but extremely laidback service.
A lone wolf woman's boutique.
Only the best vintage collection North of the 101.
A lil' bit country, a lil' bit rock n' roll. Weekend nights packed with freeloading popcorn junkies.
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