I first stumbled into Le Tub on a sticky summer afternoon, following the charcoal smoke and the sound of laughter drifting off the Intracoastal.
What I found was a ramshackle palace of driftwood and old bathtubs, packed shoulder to shoulder with people who looked genuinely happy to wait.
That burger—thick as a paperback novel and seared over open flame—changed the way I thought about what a burger could be. Now, years and dozens of visits later, I understand why this quirky Hollywood hideaway has earned its cult following.
Welcome In!
Before you pack the car and rally the crew, know this: Le Tub is alive, thriving, and slinging burgers seven days a week at 1100 N Ocean Dr. in Hollywood…