Any bar with the slogan “Dedicated to pleasure” has to be good I thought as we rolled into The Backstage a few nights ago in Culver City. I couldn’t have been anymore right, the place rules! Here’s why: Pitchers of beer (Stella is $14, not bad), a fireplace, couches, really drunk locals telling stories about having to change their mom’s diapers, a rad jukebox (Oasis, Stevie Wonder, Primal Scream, The Rolling Stones, Dylan, Tom Petty, The Kinks, Iggy Pop, Television, etc), a killer Dylan “Don’t Look Back” poster next to the door to the men’s shitter, an awesome naked chick poster (photo of it after the jump), a black n’ white photo of Johnny Cash when you walk in, a pool table, a sit down Ms. Pac Man arcade game and… it’s not in Silverlake
The highlight of our trip to The Backdoor was when I overheard one lady say to her late-60’s mother, “Come on Mom hurry up and finish your beer so we can get the fuck out of here”!!!! Now that’s what I call raw dog! Oh and Tuesday nights (which is tonight!) are “regulars night”…. Which means they’ve got two dollar beers and two dollar shots! Now that’s what I call a Tuesday night!