IN THE WURST WAY: DOWNTOWN’S WURSTKUCHE SERVES UP BOHEMIA ON A TOASTED ROLL
Sausage exotica: A link of buffalo, beef, pork and chipotle peppers topped with more peppers and served with fries and plenty of beer. – Anne Fishbein
There may be no more universal pleasure in the world of meat than a well-made sausage plucked straight from the fire, filmed with a bubbling mantle of grease, and thrust at you when it is still so hot that you bobble it back and forth between your hands because you are afraid of scorching your fingers. If it has been cooked properly, the skin — natural casing, of course — crackles under your teeth before it gives way with a distinct, almost audible pop, and your mouth is flooded with torrents of burning juice, garlicky and rich, with a touch of hot spice and the sweet, carnal essence of flesh. Such a sausage demands beer. And then another sausage. And then another beer. Repeat until full.
Like a cleft apricot, the logo of Fred 62 diner sits above a stretch of Vermont Avenue pavement in Los Feliz, where the smoking, chattering masses talk too much and too, like, loud as they ease your suffering soul.
These are the outdoor tables, at which alcohol is not served, street gazing is optimal and the smell of good cigarette smoke ignites your fantasies as they walk by, partners attached.
Tattooed waitresses serve eggs many ways, an assortment of breakfast sandwiches and comfort food for breakfast, lunch and dinner at this hip Los Feliz diner. Open 24 hours, Fred 62 serves beer and wine, along with non-diner fare, such as their “sin delicious” (soba noodles with chinese broccoli and mushrooms). There are cut-outs of old-fashioned milkshakes on the walls, and their version of mac and cheese on the menu, aptly named “Mac Daddy & Cheese Balls.”
Daily, 24 hours
Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Late Night, Snack Food, Open 24 Hours
A Hip, Half-Jewish-Owned Supper Club – Foxtail on Santa Monica Boulevard offers a throwback to 1930s glamour, where dinner and dancing occur in the same swanky place. It invites the kind of evening where long gowns and deep pockets are the fix, and nobody cares what time it is. The producers of this party are six men, half of them Jewish, all of them Hollywood: