The bar may have been The Wellsbourne, one of my favorites in LA. I was there Saturday night, and as usual, it didn’t disappoint.
It’s like drinking in a big English home, featuring antique paintings, shelves lined with books, leather couches and a fireplace. The bartenders dress in cool black ties and serve great cocktails. The Singapore Sling is the specialty. (Every beverage should come with a pineapple slice.)
At 10 p.m., the music in the place gets turned up about ten decibels, so you may have to yell your drink-order three times. But you can also call the bartender “barkeep”, so it kinda evens out.
