Wednesday, June 11, 2008
One Sunday evening, perusing Echo Park with nothing much to do, we stopped in at the Cha Cha Room for a couple vodka and sodas.
Now, I love a good dive bar as much as the next red blooded American girl. Always have, and always will.
Somehow, they aren't as glamourous as they used to be. There is a lack of mystery to be had in a low down local cheap ass watering hole.
Or maybe I've reached the stage in life when I just shouldn't visit one before sundown.
This sign does beg an interesting question...