Judge — April 1935 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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HIGH S° HERE Lam in Hollywood up to my haunches in beauty shoppe dens of theosophy and. chili-burger joints. I ne out be: I heard they were closing the place. I keep feeling they’re going to pull it down around my ears at every moment, that unre The last thing you see in Holly- wood are the movies. They have been ase moved into the suburbs of unimpor- tance. What you do see when you stroll about town is 14th Stre one Hollywood. The eye is greeted with Kleinish shoppes in all direc- ons. Someone has called Hollywoc 3ridgeport with palms.” me it’s nion Square with Itching Palms. Ye get the feeling that where Hollywood as once merely a parasitic growth in which everyone lived off the movies, it has now reached the stage everyone lives by taking in each other's washing. When I here last, nobody would any more think of eating in a restau- rant that looked like a res- taurant than they would of living in anything that looked like a house. You inside a hat, a shoe, a Toonerville Trolley, a Zeppelin, an Owl, or an Ice Cream Freezer. Well, ve gotten over tha somewhat. The ori srown Derby opposite the Ambassador (the — best hotel around) is _ still jammed to the sweatband with Towan tourists, but the other monstrosities have fallen into innocuous desuetude, as Mr. Farley would s: where was HE Old-Woman-in-a- hoe Restaurant still stands over on Culver City’s Washington Blvd. but it’s badly in need of resouling. aturally you've heard about the Bar-B-Q’s. They stand out like > on a 1929 Hoover um man. map. se places are i f and fowl. Na‘ from the old, old lep and t diverted the into lo: Which remi otes. Fir dubbed his Is of two differ- es M. Cain ystman Al- ’ Mr. Knopf changed it because he opined jobody knew what a Bar-B-Q stand But w de Mr. K, think they know what the other title means? The other Gene Fowler, who on being sent the script rion Davies’ Civil War dud “Operator 13” with the question “Will this story id the South?” replied 1 the North, rat in yarn concerns “Hurray—we eat!” 18 HAT 3ut how I wander, dear, dear. other madhouses de inner satiation is the Zulu Hut, in which a Central Avenue coon dressed in the native Zulu costume bangs on a dish- pan every so often, climbs to the top of the thatched hut via a center pole and utters a war whoop that can be heard back in Africa and shakes you to the vittles, very =N REDMAN'’S out en San Vin- nte Blvd., on the way to Santa . provides a coon dressed in chef's uniform to bow to you as you go by in your car. The poor cough- drop looks as if he had the bends, he’s bowed that often. Imagine Long- champs stationing someone on Madi- son Avenue to do the same to the passerby, But that’s Hollywood! Strangely there is no good food in Hollywood. It is severely tastele You feel as if the cattle had grazed on straw in pre-abbatoir days. The best places are Luce Vendome, Maison Gaston where you up a fair meal about $20. For cheaper, solid chophouse cooking try Eaton’s on Wilshire Blvd. or Thistle- down out around Santa Monica. Thelma Todd has a beach cafe where you can without movie gags. But generally speaking, if I were planning an ex- tended visit I'd bring my own cattle herds and flocks to make sure of savoury can for eat food. However, if I were to symbolize Hollywood Ud choose not Garbo'’s shoes, ble’s ears or Louella Parson's brain but the hamburger. Such a thing you've never known in all yo’ bo'n days. Back East, orth, or South, when you ask for a hamburger, you (Page 24, please) comicbooks.com