Bon Nuit's base of operation is Orange County, California. So you'll see many of the entries on here will be in that vicinity. But we're movers and shakers, always on the go; I mean we get around, there's a great, wide world of good nights waiting to be found and we will get to that place...eventually. For our first real entry we went WAY out, all the way to LA County.
The Village Idiot, on Melrose near La Brea, was one of the most interesting nights out I've had since moving to Southern California. It took a careful eye to find this slightly hidden pub and restaurant. Fortunately there is a tiny sign somewhere on the door or building or sidewalk that my friend spotted (even after walking through the door I never saw the thing which hangs over the door as it turns out). We had to park in the neighborhood behind the bar, there are rumors of valet parking, but I saw no evidence of this.
We walked up to the front door and waited for eight good-looking, high on hygiene guys to walk out (no fault of my own). An employee, perhaps a bouncer of sorts though he was the image of Adrian Grenier, held the door for us. I tried not to stare at the people we passed but a whole replicated English pub full of wanna-be (or soon to be) romantic hunks and starlets is not the everyday for this girl.
I strolled my not a size 2 ass up to the bar and was not helped immediately, in fact the bartender passed by me entirely and asked the guy standing behind me if he needed a drink; kindly Timothy, the guy behind me, asked if I had been helped. Timothy, an actor (shocking!) was aging well but aging to be sure. He was our entertainment for the night, informing us of the history of Culver City and playing guess the horoscope. As any good friend would I bought the first round and to my surprise all three drinks were under $20. Very easy for my budget.
When ready to order my second drink I received prompt service from a different bartender. I asked for a gin and tonic, house gin. The bartender's reply was: house? sure we make it in a bathtub out back. My response: good, higher alcohol content. He laughed, I considered this a good sign.
When we left we encountered three drunk boys in their lawn, one in only his underwear. They tried to initiate conversation but alas, they were drunk and had none. We had to step over someones vomit to reach our car.
All in all, we agreed high enjoyment of the Village Idiot. It gets one star for service but four stars for people watching and entertainment. Oh, bring your skinny jeans and micro-minis, this place loves the Hollywood Hipster (of course one girl was wearing a full on fairy costume so I suppose...come as you are!)
The Village Idiot
7383 Melrose Ave
Los Angeles, CA
323-655-3331
