The peach martini at the Daily Grill (just $6 at happy hour!) is a winner, the chocolate one, less so. Later on that evening, I had a surprise visitor and she joined our little Abbot Kinney tour. Along with the ever beautiful Jen C. and ever sassy Em, we were a motley crew from my friend catalogue.The Brig and the Otheroom do make a formidable combination when friends have different tastes and it's necessary to shuffle between them. Otheroom has been pretty consistent, and I don't mind their ridiculous Venice zip code rule or the absence of real booze. You can make a meal out of beer and wine, you sure can.
There is a terrible brilliance in the bar scene here. Seems at first that you are in a room full of unaffected poseurs, and the disconnect is great. But if you happen to start talking to someone, you can invariably point to one of the six degrees in which you are actually connected. In the Otheroom's trendy, candlelit murkiness, there were too many characters that we had met before in past nightlives. Or their friends. This is so-and-so #1, whom you've never met, but he's friends with so-and-so #2, who you do know quite well, and because of this, so-and-so #1 actually knows quite a bit about you already...
We did the dance of either avoiding them or making awkward conversation. And there were people from a certain entertainment outfit, of whose employees I just cannot avoid meeting these days. I think that there is no such thing as irony if this is happening all the time.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 5:30 PM
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