Crazy for craft beer? You can’t seem to go far these days without stumbling across artisanal ales. Nothing like bellying up to the local bar for some local brew, but some days you just feel like cracking a cold one on the cheap in the comfort of your own home.
For the love of good beer with a dash of dive bar atmosphere, we’ve created a set of Handmade Upcycled Photo Coasters to bring old school beer-sonality to your home bar.
Stay in and enjoy a healthy session of homestead elbow bending, without endangering that heirloom coffee table.
I must have known they would disappear from the landscape because my early fascination with signs led to the purchase of a camera to snap photos of them. Sometimes I took careful symmetrical aim like with Jack & Hy which in my memory was a small juice bar with awning, four chairs and a counter. A straightforward joint that squeezed juices in place of grilling burgers. I pictured it on a small garment district street south of the downtown center. An internet search references such a juice joint on 754 S Olive Street & 8th. It was last inspected by the city health department in 2009 when the lack of hot water and a parade of rats and roaches closed it down.
Another sign in the photographic memory bank is a bar on Hollywood Blvd. I was probably on the bus when I snapped this shot because there’s no art nor symmetrical science to the tilt and crop of the shot. It’s just a document and barely that. A quick check on google just now finds another reference shot of the Side Show for purchase, which never came up in countless searches before. http://www.hollywoodphotographs.com/detail/6022/side-show-bar-and-drakes-mens-store-on-hollywood-blvd-west-of-highland-ave/
If you look closely at the sign by the left of the entrance you’ll see that the Side Show opens at 7am. I was never smart enough to venture inside.
The other side of memory is discovering a photograph I don’t recall taking. Maybe I was in the backseat of a car, drunk and on my way to being drunker. How better to explain no memory of a joint with a name that describes my college years and beyond. Perhaps in that is the loss of memory. No book nor internet site references that any such bar ever existed in Los Angeles (or else where).