It's dark, loud, and crowded. It's like many bars in the fact that you still have to yell to get yourself heard, you have to prop yourself up on the bar and propel your body high and out to try and make yourself the most noticeable person there to get a drink, and you still have to somehow push and squeeze to maneuver yourself through the crowds.

But I like it there. It's not a Hollywood bar; it's much more like a Hong Kong bar. It makes me feel at home, I suppose.

I think it’s because there are enough dark corners to hide out in and just talk to your friends, but at the same time, the people that frequent the bar tend to be a little more down-to-earth than your average Hollywood types.

It's not a booty-shakin' place, there's no dance floor, and good luck trying to dance anywhere except maybe when you're outside smoking a cigarette.

It's a Silverlake favorite, especially towards the end of the night when the locals stagger in for just one last drink to give them just what they need to make the short trek home.