December 17, 2010 |
When most of us hear the word "pool," we think of old sharks in leather jackets, peeling off bills and throwing them onto the green felt, challenging us to a game where we can't save ourselves with the usual slop shot into the corner pocket. At Spot 5750, the spit-polished revamp of Hollywood Billiards, the pool tables ? with red felt, not green ? are open for accuracy-challenged shooters as well as "The Color of Money" types. With more staff, new carpeting, new paint, a new exterior and several other changes to the 25,000-square-foot space, co-owner Don Conner wanted to create a concept that was "hip, approachable and upscale.
August 13, 2010 |
A recent episode of HBO's "Entourage" included a scene at a bar called SPiN Hollywood that seemed to call out a new trend, with young scene-makers thronging around a set of pingpong tables. "Pingpong is the new billiards," actor John Stamos declared in what looked like a chic new loft-like club in L.A. with multiple pingpong tables and inspiring views of downtown. If only the real SPiN Hollywood looked like the fictionalized version. The actual L.A. outpost of Manhattan's SPiN New York, a pingpong-themed bar, opened in West Hollywood on July 20. But instead of several pingpong tables in a row and city skyline views (since the real SPiN wasn't open yet, "Entourage" filmed the scene on the 30th floor of the AT&T Center building on Olive Street)
January 4, 2007 |
You can whet your appetite with a game of pool at these spots. James Beach Well before comfort food became faddish, it's been the specialty at this 10-year-old neighborhood dining room. Consider the nightly specials such as Tuesday chicken potpie and Thursday fried chicken. In the charming, adjacent Craftsman, a.k.a. the Clubhouse, always a civilized party scene on Friday and Saturday nights, there's a single pool table. * Potpie special, $13. 60 N. Venice Blvd., Venice, (310) 823-5396.
December 3, 2006 |
My Saturday night destination, the reason I'm cruising L.A.'s old manufacturing district, a few wrong turns from skid row, is a pub. That's the word, anyway. I cross the 7th Street bridge, turn right on Mateo and left onto Industrial, my car thudding over rutted streets and past enough razor wire to secure Alcatraz. A homeless man makes better time on foot, pushing his worldly possessions in a grocery cart. I park, walk up the steps and through heavy wood doors.
June 29, 2001 |
Some day soon, the last barber will lock up the last barbershop, hand the keys to Fantastic Sam, donate his barber pole to the Smithsonian and ride off into the sunset of nostalgia, joining the town crier and the doctor who makes house calls, right? Wrong. Not when Shaq leads the Lakers to victory with nary a hair on his head, Tom Cruise debuts a new buzz cut at the Oscars, and long-locked John Corbett is the one stealing Carrie's heart with his newly shorn look on "Sex and the City."
October 22, 1998 |
On the back wall of the parking lot behind McRed's in North Hollywood are the painted silhouettes of frolicking Smurfs with balloons. Boy, I'll bet Valley cops long for that scenario, but that's another story. McRed's, which has been there for more than 50 years, is a cozy dive bar with tables, booths and fake flowers, one pool table, a bunch of televisions and a parquet floor, no doubt intended to impress misplaced Celtic fans.