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Tired of the Hollywood Bullshit? Bar 101 is Your Savior
By Capella Parish
(page 1 of 1)Located on 107 W. 4th in the heart of downtown LA's historic core district, Bar 107 is like a well worn leather chair in a warm place; you never want to leave it. The regulars come in pairs at the front door shouting out for recognition.
Young pretty men with skinny bike messenger limbs and strategically placed tattoos text on vintage Motorolas with hardened drunken eyes. The wet rain of what Los Angeles calls winter had washed any potential vomit on the pavement outside, but inside anything branding America is festooned onto the walls and tucked onto any free counter space: a stuffed animal head with a massive Bar 107 football helmet, a print of Napoleon on his horse, black velvet nude paintings, target practice sheets featuring “tactical encounter #2” autographed several times, sticker mania on a door, a small dancing stage with a multicolored disco ball and an industrial fan for hot dirty dancing summer nights.
A corn fed bartender in a white tank ripped expertly to display her nuzzled red winter assets, adorned with a straw cowboy hat served my blessed flask of holy water for $3 and barely cracked a smile, perhaps conserving her energy for a long night. A sailing ship made from 21 cut Budweiser cans, and Spiderman riding a cock with a Mexican wrestling mask on the rooster severly distracted me while I peeled off moist ones for the tab, but also, ahem I could hardly keep my eyes off her near perfect bosom. The beloved local Los Angeles Derby Dolls roost here often, sporting the requisite black team hoodie and a tough competitive jaw while they flirt and play harder to get than a diamond in the rough. A few were ensnared already in arm wrestling and canoodling and wore their deep bruises with pride..
This was my favorite bar, I loved this place so much I ended up moving upstairs into the upstairs rank old ass smelling SRO (single room occupancy hotel) called The Barclay Hotel. I paid $650 per month for the privilege to walk down a marble staircase and have a drink anytime I wanted. Although they warned me, the drinks became not stiff enough to deal with the bar noise and mildewy carpet and eventually I moved a zip code away but still walking distance.
Bar 107, 107 W. 4th St., Downtown LA, 213-625-7382. Open 3pm to 2am. www.myspace.com/bar107.
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