6356 Hollywood Blvd, 1st Floor
Hollywood, CA 90028
I’m generally not big on Hollywood, most specifically Hollywood & Vine. The last time I was there was for Beso, the underwhelming celebrity vehicle/storefront for Eva Longoria. Not horrible, just typical mid-Holly – too dramatic, too intentionally evocative and less content than the sites penalized by google’s latest algorithm rejigger (wow, I really went there with it huh?)
Anyway, when The Wife dropped the name Hemingway’s Lounge on me a few weeks back, I was intrigued. However at that point, I didn’t realize it was in Hollywood. Long story short, we had a special invite to a launch party of some kind this past weekend, and took full advantage of the New York-ian weather to play like urbane youth, from the attire to the Metro ride to the sweet nightlife.
The result was a large hand with typewriters adorning the walls.
a LOT of typewriters.
There were also many books as well, befitting the namesake of the Lounge:
but most of all, there were Absinthe references in quasi-authentic knickknackery such as:
the disaffected mixologists even conjured up fancy aperitifs such as The Old Man and the Sea, Death in the Afternoon and so forth:
The Old Man in the Sea (I had to do it) was too sweet – MUCH too sweet – and definitely not a $16 (not a typo) drink. As for Hemingway’s itself, the atmosphere was lively and the ambiance was proper, but taken as a whole the space was just too square. Despite the consistently on-theme decor (cool? indeed. heavy handed? wallop me with a mallet), the spacing was actually a bit tight – the table lamps and vintage antique-y chairs were more clutter than capable and the term fire-hazard blared through my mind more than a few times.
A spot sui generis, and definitely a world away from the typical Hollywood ‘scene,’ this lounge will be successful as long as they keep admission restrictions in effect (currently only private parties on Friday and Saturday nights, so you either need to be on a list or go during the week).