As you all know, on most occasions I am hard-pressed to leave Venice (smartly, when one is Happy-Houring) but lately I’ve been feeling curious and adventurous. This Wednesday, my trusty research assistant Chi Chi and I went to downtown Culver City, to see if there was any action (READ: handsome men), or hoppin’ happy hours in that cute little triangulation of shops, restaurants and bars.

Unfortunately, really not much to report, even though FlavorPill claims that Ugo is good- it looked like all chicks and romantic dates to us. Snore. After combing the sidewalks and poking our noses in many an eatery with an acclaimed “ bar scene”, we ended up at Rush Street. At the bar we encountered slap-stick bartenders, giant screen TVs silently playing sports (loathe), and upstairs, we watched as a few guys from an Ivy-League Alum Club event unwittingly execute P. Dempsey’s African AntEater Dance from “ Can’t Buy Me Love.” My Chi Chi was in a chatty mood, and thankfully so, as she struck up a conversation with a straggler from the Smarty Party upstairs, a Harvard grad Bone Surgeon, with a sparkling personality, and the face of a 15-year-old. He admired our ability to score a bottomless bottle of Prosecco from the bartender, and we admired his nametag.

Rush Street Happy Hour Weekdays 3:00- 7:00. Wine & Well drinks $3, Bottled Beer $4, draft beer & “premium “ drinks  $5.


 
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