I waltzed down the Miracle Mile with friends in tow, tearing up this city from tip to tail. Our plan was to come in here and try not to talk at all.
I was a little bit disappointed to hear the Jimmy brand name was brought over from NYC and not organically grown, but the posh 70’s décor more than made up for any preconceived notions.
It’s less speakeasy and more intimate lounge with couches abound. It’s tucked deep in the hotel and well insulated, no clocks and some unspoken rules. It’s not overly policed as interactions are encouraged.
I’m a huge fan of the menu having both wine and beer with all beer and most wine’s being very economic. I came for the cocktails though. Rocky Mountain high had great balance with the gingerale calming the pine liquor. Blackthorne was complex with both gin and sloe gin. Hand selected spirits like st. George terroir gin, blackhearts gin, fidencio mescal, syndicate scotch and many more.
They have food too, what with being nextdoor/behind their restaurant, though only available till 10:30. Charcuterie and steak tartar is what we had and thought a tad pricey were very good. The 40 day dry aged prime steak burger is right up there with another aged burger from Crow in Newport Beach. Nothing else jumped out at us, plus we weren’t even that hungry. We tried our best to not speak, but we wound up having lengthy conversations with staff and other guests. A tad pricey, but everything is quality.
I was impressed that they have music, much classier than Door No.3 and all that riff raff overflow. It’s less exclusive now, but every bit as enjoyable. For being 70’s theme’d I’d expect the Thursday offering to be “non 70’s” versus vinyl Thursdays. The DJ’s just don’t take into account the crowd and vibe, basic blending, no vision.
I would have liked to have come before they relaxed on things.
