Hello again, blogging.la: I like to take a break from my regular beat to check out what’s new in my hometown of Los Angeles – especially within the district of San Pedro, one of our city’s less appreciated corners.
We got all kinds of shiny new stuff going on in our Port Town. New cafes and restaurants. A streudel place. Yeah, I know, random, but hell, I’ll try it. With new lofts must come new nightlife, or who would live there? And though I like the idea of more local attractions that will keep Pedrans spending money in Pedro, conserving gas and supporting local businesses, I’ll admit to being a bit sad that 6th Street’s prime dive bar, Tommy’s, has been replaced by Crimsin, a far swankier establishment with a clever (get it? hey, at least they tried) name.
My yearly birthday tradition involves knocking back a few (too many) “San Pedro Ice Teas” at San Pedro Brewing Co. and then walking in as well-balanced a manner as possible next door and feeding too many quarters to both the juke box and pool tables to round up the night, classy style.
Gone is the juke box and gone are the pool tables, however. In their place and in place of the peeling pleather booths and white walls are edgy beaded curtains, reserved tables, and a glowing bar.
Actually, my mom told me about the glowing bar first (“it’s red! like the name!”), so take what you will from my mom having checked out the bar already – but she’s right. As all new bars must have, there are glowy changing lights all over, fading through the spectrum – and, frankly, pausing for way too long on green, a color in which NO ONE looks more attractive.
I’d also been warned about steep drink prices – but never fear – it’s only steep compared to what was there before. It’s not beyond the pale for most bars in LA.
We were there about a week after the grand opening and I was impressed at the number of people already at the bar when we arrived at a grandparently-early 9pm. Things only got more crowded and with a nice looking crowd, at that. I’d put the average age at around 26 – no annoying drunk girls, no skeezy meat-market old guys, though it was certainly still a bar for the young and interested-in-dating types. The service wasn’t great – especially considering that while it was busy, it wasn’t slammed. You’d think, as a new place, they’d want to pour as many drinks as possible to pay for that cool, lite-brite bar, but apparently not.
Though I’ll miss Tommy’s, I welcome Crimsin as a place filling a much needed neighborhood niche: sometimes you want to take a date to NOT a dive bar after a nice dinner out. Something a bit swankier, but not snotty, is a must for all up-and-coming areas.