Monday, July 9, 2012

Son of a (Hermosa) Beach!

Published 7/9/2012

Every Hollywood climber knows that sometimes it can be nice to escape the plastic confines of the city, not have to talk about the industry, and breathe fresh air… sometimes. And sometimes it’s best to stay put and just go to some place in West Hollywood where you will be forced to lie about your career, but at least you know what you’re getting into.

A friend and I recently ventured to Manhattan, partly because our other options were flimsy at best, but mostly because a friend of the  men’s Olympic swimming team told us they  would be there- what can I say?  Quelle surprise- they weren’t there, but we decided to make the best of our roadtrip, which is what any trip from the valley to the beach is.

Unreliable Friend led us to Ocean Bar/Abigaile which on the surface looked nice enough , but if ever there was a venue with an identity crisis, this was it.  Let’s count the disparate themes, shall we.  So the first level  is the Abigaile restaurant which apparently  is also a brewery.  This area in itself had too much going on- there was graffiti on the walls, rustic d├ęcor, and the increasingly pervasive mason- jars-instead-of-glasses thing going on.  This is no longer novel, so stop it.

The second level /first level of Ocean Bar is where the confusion really started to manifest- imagine the very college-y vibe of Happy Ending (oh the endless plaid shirts!) but with enough house music to put Ecco out of business. What? That area was packed like a subway, so we escaped to an upper level balcony which  would have been nice if it hadn’t been all the more confusing. It was as if someone had attempted to replicate Skybar, started to make a go of it with the light fixtures, and then halfway through abandoned the idea, threw in some fire pits,  more wooden furniture and forgot to change the dress code.  It was slightly more confusing than the box office gross for Jack and Jill. In any event, my friend and I quickly mumbled some excuse as to why we had to leave but we learned our lesson: don’t go chasing Olympic swimmers because they will decide to go to Drai’s instead.


Venue:  3 (It made Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory design look sane.)

Alcohol Situation: 4

Actual Beneficial Networking Achieved: 1

Personal Victory/Dignity Retained: 5

Atmosphere: #meh


  1. I think you need to downgrade that personal dignity to a 4 at least...especially if you drank out of the jar glasses. ( -_-)

  2. I love the title of this one.