Hard to argue with a classy showstopper of a bar—all chandeliers and Deco stained glass—that doesn't think it's too fancy for Crispy Macaroni and Cheese with Whiskey Barbecue Sauce.
'08 Is Enough
The Year in Review
For better or worse, it's been an unforgettable year. Walk with us—won't you—through the best (and almost-bests) of the tumultuous months we hereby put to rest.
If you point your hybrid toward some organic gin and an energy-efficient dance floor, it's like you're instantly a better person. If that's even possible at this point.
It's not exactly a velvet-rope scene. But a roll-up-your-sleeves night with a cold one and a Rattlesnake, Rabbit and Jalapeño Sausage is memorable in its own way.
The man himself was nowhere to be found, but we did find Spiced Pineapple Mojitos, lonely-looking women and a pig's head.
In this corner: Wolfgang. And in this corner... Wolfgang. In the end, though, turns out Beverly Hills is big enough for both Puck and Zwiener.
And when Baywatch alumni decide to sell stuff, UrbanDaddy was here for you. Don't forget it.
Didn't quite open when it was supposed to, then didn't quite stay open like it was supposed to. Oops. Fingers crossed for a proper rebirth in '09.
It's not that we have anything against this gold-dipped hideaway, really. We're just still a little bummed they didn't deliver on the gold-plated urinals.
Before long, the people wanted to dance instead of dine. So SBE obliged and cleaned out some tables. And the beat goes on...