Monday, April 3, 2017


A man at a bar told me you can only sleep in one bed at night and walk in one pair of boots. That man’s name may have been Lynyrd Skynyrd.

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.

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