Picture a bar that’s more like one long dining room table. If you’d prefer to retreat to a booth, good luck getting there without brushing past someone and being pulled into a conversation with people you’ve never met.
In a city as stratified and transient as Los Angeles, a neighborhood bar provides an essential social good — a place where we can be at home among strangers. Where we are welcome to take a seat no matter how long we’ve been away, and encounter someone whose life is nothing like our own.
I was in grad school for education in downtown Los Angele s when I found my place. One day my tired classmates and I walked past an equally…
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