The L.A. Weekly’s Steve Mikulan left me shaken and stirred to learn last week how the Biltmore’s Gallery Bar is selling a “Black Dahlia Martini” in disturbing romanticized irreverence to what is perhaps Los Angeles’ most notorious unsolved murder. Being that the landmark hotel was the last place victim Elizabeth Short was seen alive, it’s tacky enough that the place would exploit that connection, but that insolence pales in comparison when one thinks that they would market a $14 drink around the horrific 1947 crime that left Short’s body horrificaly mutilated and the city indellibly imprinted.
Mikulan goes on to explain the the Biltmore isn’t the only culprit. Boardner’s on Cherokee Avenue up in Hollywood, a bar Short frequented when she lived in a nearby boarding house, actually offers two versions of its Black Dahlia martini ó one of ’em they’ve been serving up for decades.
Shallowness has never been so deep.
Can it get deeper? Am I gonna find out that El Coyote, where Sharon Tate and company had their last meals before going home to get butchered by Manson followers, has a margarita dubiously named in her memory? Or maybe there’s a watering hole in Brentwood serving up Nicole Simpsons as fast as they’re being thrown back?