Samuel Gilstrap, 51.
Gone mainstream
I never go here anymore. Total shame because it used to be the quintessential man's bar of L.A. and my main watering hole. Especially on Sundays, One could always count on this to be a sexually charged, vagina free zone filled with shirtless men looking for trouble. Now, the owner has sold out and transformed it into a neon-lit girly club with strippers, screaming WeHo queens, and fag hags. Bummer...two stars only for what it once was long ago.