Somewhere in Los Angeles is a bar.

In this bar amazing music is played. People smoke cigarettes and lounge on couches. After 2AM, the doors are locked and anybody still inside is given coffee mugs to drink their alcohol from until five in the morning. There are never more than twenty or thirty people present, even on the weekends. The owners seem to not have redecorated since 1978.

It’s the only place I’ve been to in Los Angeles that doesn’t feel like Los Angeles. It’s like a portal into another time and place.

And I’m sorry folks, but I’m not going to tell you its name, or where it is. You’re going to have to find it on your own.

Keep reading to find out why…

This place is special. It’s a secret you save only for your closest friends. I was lucky enough to have someone take me, but I can count on one hand the number of people I know who I would take.

Still, it’s a secret I desperately want to share with the rest of you, so I will give you three hints:

-The street it’s on is sacred.
-A man plays the piano on the ceiling.
-They also serve dinner.

If you find it, I hope to see you there.