tag: honeycut los angeles
January 29, 2014
A bunch of colleagues and I were two bars in on an after work bar crawl when we ran into/onto this new place. We had been aiming for the truly terrible dive bar next door (which turned out to be closed for the night), but fortuitously we veered a little to the right and landed in Honeycut.
Honeycut is the kind of bar that I find myself in more and more these days: dark, vaguely speakeasy-ish spaces with intricate, ambitious craft cocktail programs (blah blah homemade bitters blah handcrafted sodas something something) and a little something extra going on on the side (in this case, a disco with a Saturday Night Fever light-up floor).
I’ve been back a couple of time since, both with colleagues and with friends, and have never had a bad time. I like a bar that equally pleases lawyers in suits sporting expense accounts and vagabondish twenty-somethings in torn jeans and flip-flops.