LOS ANGELES - KEEP EATING

Today’s installment of Vice’s Los Angeles guide to shoving food down your gullet includes where to do that in Hollywood, which is pretty much the same neighborhood as another section we’re putting up called Places to Go When Someone Else Is Paying. And since it’s Thursday and you’re a grownup who can handle sensory overload, we’re also offering up Places to Go When You Want to Get All Historical, one of which is called Clifton’s, a diner inside a fake forest frozen in 1938. It feels like the yellowing set for a kinky animatronics goldrush porno, only instead of Smoky the Bear and busty blondes with pickaxes it attracts geriatrics with oxygen tanks and malnourished blobs stuffed into wheelchairs, a surreal refuge after a nightmarish caper in which my date drunk-drove me down a sewer tube, whipping beer bottles out the window, splashing down right into the L.A. river.
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Here's a little more of what to expect inside Clifton's.

Comments

[homo pervert]

I've sat at that table in the first picture, stoned out, and some weird pederast at a table near mine pulled childrens underwear out of his backpack and huffed it. deeep deep breaths. then he smiled, folded em up and put em away... then he started eating a mountain of cottage cheese. cliftons is the fucking BEST!