In a move of major brilliance/responsibility, I lost my drivers license somewhere between JFK security and the gate. So, no rental car for us. But staying downtown has been quite freaking great. Last night, we threw a couple back at Cole's, home of the original French dip. Unlike a lot of the great classic joints around the country, they've managed to keep the bar and cocktails quite artisanal (i.e. they have fabulous ice and lots of bitters), while maintaining authentic dignity.
118 East 6th Street
Downtown Los Angeles