A classic L.A. staple since 1962 — and winner of LA Weekly’s surely-prestiguious “Best Bar Bathroom” award — this dimly-lit dive in Koreatown used to be the drinking establishment of choice for politicians who stayed in the old, now-gone, Ambassador Hotel across the street. Nowadays, it’s a great quiet place to get a drink without ever feeling too entrapped by tiny waifish girls wearing fishnets or guys in the skinniest of skinny jeans.
Pretty much everything that’s true about 1642 is true about El Prado in Echo Park (“rustic, vintage feel,” beer and wine, chalkboard behind the bar with the drinks) except they also serve overpriced meat-and-cheese plates and have a constant rotation of vinyl on the sound system. Come on a weeknight, be surrounded by awkward first dates. Come on the weekend, it’ll take an hour to navigate the swarming masses to get to the bathrooms.
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This is hilarious because El Prado is the most hipster bar in all of hipsterdom. Even worse, it’s mainly frequented by *gasp* — MIDDLE AGED HIPSTERS. Good luck finding a spot to stand, let alone breathe, at El Prado Thursday-Sunday.
And Red Lion, as much as it’s still my favorite place to day drink in all of Los Angeles, has now been invaded by West Hollywood types. On a recent Saturday, the place was overflowing with girls in really, really short sparkly dresses and 5 inch stilettos who were really, really sad the bar didn’t serve appletinis.