Thursday, July 2, 2009

got cork

Cork Bar, 403 W 12th St, Los Angeles, CA
This bar is a California wine experience. Cork Bar’s design is both trendy and minimalist. The service and the food combine are a rich experience. Frankie, the busboy, was helpful with all the questions I had. There were two more bartenders, Elizabeth and Monique, even though they weren’t as friendly as him, they seemed like good workers. Cork Bar is fairly new; however, they already have a steady clientele. I arrived for happy hour, and the appetizers were half price. I was impressed by how flavorful and creative the food was. The beer selection was as great as the wine menu. Frankie said there was 50% off any bottle of wine to go. The idea of it is very smart, particularly for people that are in a hurry. Frankie felt like an old friend, I sat by the bar and he was there any time I needed him. He told me that the young crowd comes to sip a good glass of wine after work. According to Frankie, the owners are fun people and easy to work for. I asked him about different drinking hangouts, and he told me a bunch of them; I wrote it all down, but he seemed very content with what Cork Bar provided me with. Right on front of the Cork Bar, is a bar looking place, unfortunately it is not what it appears to be. The area is very inviting to those who want to experience something new and something tasty. I said goodbye to my new friend Frankie, although, I knew for a fact that we’ll see each other again, at least during the 11 pm happy hour.

Cork Bar

Cork Bar and Frankie


Wednesday, July 1, 2009

hypnotized by the bar

Figueroa Hotel, 939 S Figueroa St, Los Angeles, CA
Travel to an exotic country without catching a flight, that’s a dream come true. This hotel provides exactly what the doctor ordered. The ambiance is very seductive because of the Arabic influence in the historical building which adds a touch of mystery. The patio and the bar area seem like they are from a black and white movie. I was hypnotized by my own imagination. This hotel opened in 1925 as a YMCA and turned into a hotel after the Depression. I went to the pool area so I could get a glimpse of the sunset while I sipped my beverage. I was so relaxed and happy for the pure existence of a place like this. Ken, my friend, grabbed me by the hand and together we explored every corner of the hotel. Just like two little kids, we were running all over the place, as if the world was about to end and time was against us. We couldn’t get enough of the place, every little detail was fabulous. Ken went to get more beverages and a stranger said to me: “look at the moon!” I was impressed by how in tune we all were, either strangers or not: we loved it all! Ken’s martini was big and it sounds as if he enjoyed every sip of it. The music was very suitable to the ambiance because it was Middle Eastern. Ken said the rooms are as great as the hotel appearance and apparently affordable too. He was ready to try a new bar despite the fact that we were in heaven; in reality there were other interesting places nearby. Living a high life means different things for lots of people, to me it means being in a place with a personality. This place has it, and it’s a refined one.

Arabian night