The Varnish embraces a vintage aesthetic, but it is Coleâ€™s that owns the rich historical legacy.Â Angelinos of all stripes have bellied up to the Red Car Bar for more than a century, and there is no better spot to spend a few hours people-watching.Â Enjoy a cocktail and be quickly dissuaded of the notion that Los Angeles is a city populated entirely with tanned yoga practitioners. You will encounter any and every kind of person if you sip your Manhattan slowly enough; you will discover the kinds of people you never knew existed.
Two Coleâ€™s customers are footnoted with bronze plaques mounted above the urinals in the menâ€™s restroom: â€śCharles Bukowski Pissed Hereâ€ť and â€śMickey Cohen Pissed here.â€ť
I was in the restroom recently when the door swung open and three young men in Dodgers gear staggered through.Â â€śWooooooo!!!â€ť they hollered, apparently excited to relieve themselves.Â â€śFuck yeah! Wooooooo!!!â€ť
The men quickly split formation, two of them stumbling into separate stalls as the third saddled up to the urinal next to me.
â€śWhoa â€“ Charles Bukowski pissed here!â€ť declared my new neighbor.Â â€śThatâ€™s amazing, I loveÂ Bukowski! â€śIâ€™M A POSTAL WORKER AND I LOVE CHARLES BUKOWSKI!!!â€ť
He zipped up. â€śThatâ€™s so coolâ€¦I didnâ€™t know he pissed here.â€ť
Max Seaman,Â The Varnish, General Manager