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Tuesday , December 14, 2010
nogoodforme in the City, L.A. Edition: Best Alternative to Getting Drunk in a Treehouse
(Because we don't take nearly enough advantage of our far-flungness (Kat = New York, Liz = L.A., Laura Jane = Toronto), nogoodforme's kicking off a new regular column in which we share our favorite spots in each of our respective cities. Sort of our special secret guide to three of the best damn towns on the planet, nogoodforme in the City will give you the skinny on where to find the cutest cupcake, prettiest cocktail, gnarliest makeout spot, scuzziest dive bar, grooviest haunted carousel, and/or most enchanted tearoom next time you're in NYC/L.A./Toronto. Any requests for coverage, email us at editors (at) nogoodforme (dot) com.)
In the dream version of my already-pretty-awesome life, each and every day ends with a twilight beer on the back deck of Froggy's Fish Market and Restaurant in Topanga Canyon. The beer's Hemp Ale and the pint glass magically refills itself once I reach the bottom - or even before I reach the bottom, so's I don't have to suffer that grossly warmed-up last sip. Right around the first magical refilling, 1970 Neil Young shows up and we go to the counter to order some fish tacos (Neil pays; dude's ALL CLASS). A little while later 2007 Devendra Banhart stops by and he and Neil and I play gin rummy or something and then all stare out at the canopy of majestically lush green trees stretched out before us. To top it all off, my wardrobe's full of lots of calico-print dresses like this one from Mama Stone Vintage, and my roots don't show for at least a full month after getting my hair highlighted.
In reality, I live precisely 29.5 miles from Froggy's, and 1970 Neil Young probably doesn't want to hang out with me (though I'm sure 2007 Devendra's just dying to). So I usually only end up at Froggy's once every few months, which is a damn shame, as it's definitely one of my top 7 bars in all the world. (That list, by the way, would also include Zeitgeist in San Francisco and some bar that's upstairs from a Starbucks on Thames Street in Newport, Rhode Island.) Froggy's is set against a hillside smack in the middle of canyon and it truly does feel like drinking in some secret treehouse, except you don't have to climb any ladders and there's no danger of accidentally falling out the door and meeting untold danger (should you happen to kick back one too many Hemp Ales). It's the kind of place that gets fairly crowded right around 5 (when the doors open), and there's always little kids running around and playing in the fountains. Once there was this tiny longhaired and towheaded boy in plaid pants and skate shoes and a t-shirt that read "Laurel Canyon Critter," and I was all, "Congrats on being a thousand times cooler at age four than I ever will be in my entire life. No really: Way to go." And I meant it, because in Topanga all is full of love.
Froggy's, by the way, is located at 1105 N. Topanga Canyon Boulevard in beautiful Topanga, which is that magical land you see in the above photo. And if you're still kinda fuzzy on the Topanga appeal, watch Devendra's episode of Cribs - it'll totally clear everything up, especially when he shows you the canister of googly eyes in his jewelry-making studio:
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