Like a lot of middle-aged parents, I don’t go out much anymore because I mostly cook at home. We’re usually eating early with the kids and putting them to bed before trying to stay awake until 10:30 or 11 p.m. to watch a movie. But when I do go out — if I manage to sink back into the Hollywood nightlife — I want a vestige of the past, of the city promised to me in old LA film noir. I want to sidle up to a dark Hollywood bar, drink bracingly cold gin in a fancy glass, and then order a cheeseburger along with a second martini, chatting with the bartender just enough to seem friendly.
Los Angeles is a city teeming with burger joints. This very website will tell you where to find the best burgers in LA and even the hottest new burgers in LA, if you need to make the distinction. LA has smash burgers, diner burgers, takeout counter burgers, Thai burgers, ketchup-banned burgers, chili burgers, and hickory burgers. But in every major American city, there should always be a place to drop $100 on a burger and two cocktails for no good reason. Sometimes, you go out to eat a burger and happen upon a good drink in the process. Other times, you go out to have a drink and maybe eat something good, too. This story is about either of these situations, but primarily the latter.
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