I've lived in and around Venice, CA, for going on 12 twelve years now, and I must say, things have really changed around here. The gentrification began in earnest a decade and a half ago, and now this once untamed and downright treacherous territory has become a haven of tranquility for the bourgeoisie. That's not to say that Venice is totally devoid of the threat of real street violence, mind you. Just swing by any of the trendy eateries that dot Abbott Kinney Boulevard on a weekend night and you're likely to find some well-heeled bohemians at each other's throats trying to secure a table. I once saw a guy outside Gjelina try and strangle a dead-ringer for Tim Robbins with a wolf scarf from what appeared to be the Tom Ford collection. It was chilling. Tim Robbins really does have a scary, gigantic head.

Make no mistake, the denizens of Venice take their local dining scene seriously, and so it is that each new restaurant that comes along (and they're opening at a pace of about one per week) comes under immediate and intense scrutiny. Often times, this happens before the place even fires up the ovens for the first time.
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Wednesday, 05 October 2011 11:07

Drunken Michael Jackson fan: Just Beat It

I’ve been loosely following the trial of Dr. Conrad Murray — the physician facing involuntary manslaughter charges in connection with the death of his former patient, Michael Jackson — and must say that while I’m all for the presumption of innocence until proven guilty, based on everything I’ve seen and heard about the case thus far, this Dr. Murray cat appears to be an incompetent hack. At the very least, he’s guilty of being the worst doctor since…well, since Jackson’s plastic surgeon.

I mean, the guy prescribed massive quantities of the powerful surgical anesthetic Propofol as a sleep aid to a patient who was clearly unstable to begin with. Who the hell taught this guy how to practice medicine, Josef Mengele?

It’s reminded me of something that happened a few days after the singer’s death. Something that rates among the more unusual incidents I’ve witnessed inside a drinking establishment: Watching a guy get 86’d for queuing up too many MJ tracks on the jukebox.

Yes, for real.

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As part of our continuing effort to keep things fresh and lively on The Imbiber Show, we've decided to take it to the streets... well, the bars, actually. So we went out and got us some fancy mobile recording equipment that affords us the freedom to record the show ANYWHERE. Anywhere that'll have us, that is.

Our first stop: Hinano Cafe in Venice, CA -- the Coliseum of dive bars. An all-time classic. Hinano was Jim Morrison's hangout years before the Doors lit any fires. There's sawdust on the floor. Free popcorn. Beer and wine only, but only tourists would dare order the wine.

Show also features some material recorded at the Venice Whaler about five hours into a serious bender. Peter O'Toole-like in its boozy brilliance.

Oh, and we talk about The Moscow Mule. Here's the recipe:

2 parts Grey Goose vodka
Juice from 1/2 a fresh lime
Ginger Beer

Squeeze the lime into a tall glass filled with ice. Add  vodka. Then add ginger beer to taste

Hinano Cafe
15 Washington Blvd
Venice, CA 90292
(310) 822-3902 ‎
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