This would be the moment to break out a bottle of Champagne. The two-tiered seafood extravaganza is easily enough for two, if not three - oysters, steamed mussels, shrimp, lobster, and long-legged king crab laid out on a bed of ice.
It’s a perfect spot to enjoy a chilled seafood tower, which takes two waiters to deliver. Models? Actresses? Agents? Any and all of the above. To the eternal gratefulness of my friend John, a long table to our left is set up for a birthday party populated by some of L.A.'s seemingly endless supply of beautiful women. Klein listened and showed enough faith in Weiss to give her a new kitchen to play in. Weiss, 31, came up in hotel restaurants, but at the Tower Bar, she inherited a difficult kitchen and a menu that wasn’t really hers. The restaurant also has a new chef in Dakota Weiss, who was formerly at the Ritz-Carlton Marina del Rey. A waiter in a crisp white jacket arrives bearing cocktails. Our table is right at the edge of the pool. Without much hope, we ask if we could possibly get a table outside. If only we’d known! It’s so lovely, with the city spread about below, the stars overhead, and Klieg lights sweeping the sky. And wow - people are dining out there, not just having drinks. The small terrace overlooking the city and the small turquoise pool is magical at night. But it’s not every day any of us drives a convertible.īefore we go in to dinner, I want to show my friends the pool with a view where a scene from Robert Altman’s 1992 film “The Player” was set. Nobody, it seems, thought to bring a comb. We pull neatly in front and try to unsnarl our hair. Refurbished by owner Jeff Klein over the last few years, today it exudes an understated glamour. In recent decades it’s had several incarnations as a hotel. Built in 1929 as a luxury apartment building, this is where Howard Hughes, Errol Flynn, Marilyn Monroe and other stars lived during Hollywood’s heyday. I can never remember exactly where the hotel is, but coming round a curve, there it is, looming over the Strip like an Art Deco wedding cake.
We cruise along Sunset Boulevard, taking in the glitzy boutiques, the packed sidewalk cafes, the stretch limos idling at the curbs, giggling at the goofy getups of teenagers swarming toward the Strip.
We commandeer my friend John’s rented convertible, lower the top, the four of us pile in. ON a balmy summer night, where do you take out-of-town friends more intent on seeing something of the Hollywood scene than trying the latest, greatest restaurant? To the most adult place on the Strip: Tower Bar at the Sunset Tower hotel.
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