November 2, 2013
I guess I’m pretty lucky. I am lucky to have stumbled into a job with an understanding boss who feels more like a mentor than a supervisor. I am lucky to be living with a fabulous roommate who I can hang out with on a Friday night, just watching chick flicks with some wine and our cats. I am lucky to be able to travel. I am lucky to have friends who can shift seamlessly from a deep discussion of experimental literature into a game of flip cup.
And I am very, very lucky to have this bar within walking distance of my apartment.
Oldfield’s Liquor Room is a bit of an anomaly. Along a wide stretch of Venice Boulevard speckled with laundromats and computer repair shops nestled among residential streets, Oldfield’s looks like it should be a workaday watering hole shilling whiskey Cokes. Not so. The classic cocktails here are accomplished and refined. The house concoctions are as varied, pretty, and as downright delicious as any in Paris or San Francisco. Not bad for a little bar in Culver City.