2838 Rowena Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90039

(323) 666-2000
Mon-Thurs 5:30 PM-10PM Sun 10A-3PM, 5:30 PM - 10pm, Bar Sun-Wed 5 PM-12am, Thu-Sat 5pm-2AM

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Kelly and I wouldn't even have known this place if we didn't go with Tara and Rick. It is a cool looking place, built in the old 1920's firehouse for the era, with hardwood floors, and craftsman light fixtures, and covered in photos celebrating the old history of Hollywood. Parking is non-existant, so pay for the parking, which is just North of it on Rowena. Their is a cool outside patio with heaters, and a huge bar, which is where the firetruck used to park, and is quite loud. And their is a smoking patio in the back, where the restrooms are. The main entrance is huge, and has a couple of chairs to wait, and check out all the old photos, they are very cool. The food and service was decent, but not great for the price. I have certainly had better, though the atmosphere was nice.

A Photo of the place from 1920.

They have a large menu of mixed drinks, and all start at about $9, which isn't too inexpensive, but they do make a nice rusty nail.

Kelly and I skipped apetizers, but did try some of Rick and Tara's. Tara had the crab cakes, which were pretty tasty at $8.50 for 4. And Rick hat the Moule Frite, fresh mussels win white wine tarragon broth with French Fries for $10, which was only OK. I wasn't too impressed with either muscles or fries actually. And they had never heard of that dish before. Have to have it someplace really good.

For dinner I had the Seared Maine Scallops, with a watercress, frissee, charred haricot vert, roasted peppers and mint soy lime vinaigrette salad, which was honestly better than the scallops, which were only so so.

This place was alright, but not amazing. I would probably go someplace else instead of going here again.

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A side note, brought my camera with us and was taking some pictures, and forgot it in my car, and when we came down in the morning, my window was broken, and my camera stolen! FUCKING ASSHOLE! And he knew where the security cameras were, because we can't catch his face. FUCK!!! Car is in the shop, and has been for 3 days now, and no word in 2. WTF! I have such bad luck!!

Here is the asshole who stole my camera. He has the camera and the stuff he stole from the other car under his shirt. He knew where the cameras were, and he left after he did it, but returned later in the night and threw out the bags on the second floor, so he either has friends here, or lives here! FUCK!!!

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