Technically just across city lines in unincorporated Los Angeles County, this is the place to be seen if you’re not allowed to be seen at The Colorado, or by your parole officer when drunk. Whatever brings you this far east will likely take you past more than a few prostitutes, but beware: The attractive ones are actually cops, which I assume makes them much more expensive.

The atmosphere varies wildly between “completely empty”, “casual billiards”, and “90’s hip-hop dance party”, while the bartender’s sobriety seems to hold steady at “almost too drunk to pour”.

Experience has shown me that the R stands for “Really confusing to refer to by name”.