Clare O’Kane is returning from NYC to record her debut album for AST Records and it’s definitely something you should back Bar Lubitsch’s back room wall to wall for. 

Also, it’s FREE.

Next week, Chris Fairbanks, a undeniable favorite of ours, is taping a new hour special next week at one of our favorite venues in town to watch stand-up, Bar Lubitsch.

If you in or around LA next Tuesday, please make sure you $5 cash on you to go see these tapings of what we’re pretty sure will be a damn good time.

Ok, as we all know, a girl needs to let loose every once in awhile...and that means hitting up the bar scene. I have been to many bars in LA, and they all differ with the type of vibes they give off: wannabe disco clubs, erratically themed lounges, the “I can’t have a label” hipster bar, etc. However, the great thing about bars is that no matter how weird the décor is, how creepy the men are, or how mind-numbingly terrible the music is, every bar serves alcohol (or as I like to call it “God’s gift to humanity”). So as a Human Lady living in Los Angeles, I am here to help you fellow ladies navigate through the many places to drink(drank) in this city.

This week’s bar of choice is Bar Lubitsch, located in West Hollywood.

Not the upscale gay part of West Hollywood, but the elderly Russian Jewish part of West Hollywood that also houses struggling actors and writers who have just graduated from a liberal arts college in the Midwest that no one has heard.    

Luckily, the recent college grads and the Russian grandmas have one important thing in common: a love for vodka. Bar Lubitsch capitalizes on this and specializes in moderately priced vodka drinks. Of course I mean LA’s version of moderately priced, which equates to a cheap three-course meal in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Regardless, Lubitsch makes a mean Moscow Mule and has relatively friendly and quick bartenders. That’s right folks! No waiting eight and half minutes for a vodka tonic because a mixologist is taking their time hand rubbing ginger around the rim of your glass!!! Just simple, good drinks that are made quickly and properly.

The one downfall to the bar is that they have no beers on tap, just bottles. However I take this to mean that they want all of their patrons to let off the workweek steam and get sufficiently shitfaced, which I can appreciate.

They also joke about Russian Communist propaganda. Which is rad.

In addition to the bar and smoking patio in front, Lubitsch has a dance floor in the back. THIS IS THE PLACE YOU WANT TO GO. The DJ is almost always playing 90s R&B, and I cannot tell you anything I love more than getting white-girl wasted and dancing on tables while “No Diggity” is blasting from the speakers.

That was not sarcasm, it is my absolute favorite song and I will challenge you to a sing-off if you get me drunk enough.

Now, while some people find this dance floor excruciatingly cramped and very hot, I must say that is part of its charm. It’s dark, kind of musty, and filled with people just wanting to freak dance with strangers until the night’s end. It is wonderful. While you will get very sweaty, you will also meet some great people including, but not limited to: the group of girls celebrating a bachelorette party, the newly 21 white boys that look like the neighbor you used to babysit, the couple that you’re pretty sure lives in your apartment building, and at least three people you went to college with. How do all of these people fit into a 300 square foot dance space? I don’t know, that’s just part of Bar Lubitsch’s magic.

So please ladies, pay a visit to the lovable Bar Lubitsch. Get your drink on, get your dance on, and get in for free because they don’t have a cover! My only advice is that you leave before they turn the lights up on the dance floor. No girl wants to be exposed in all her sweaty and pit-stained glory after dancing to Blackstreet all night.

All My Love,