Everything Old is New Again
There are a lot of places you can go to feel "LA." For most people, it’s a surface thing--to see the glitz and the glamour, maybe eat alongside some celebrities. You can go to Mozza, Katsuya, Geisha House and see the stars and eat great (well, except at Geisha House), but for some of us, Hollywood is a past as well as a present. And for us, Musso & Frank’s perseveres.
As the diners and Googie restaurants (including places that incorporate large plaster representations of food in their architecture) have closed one by one, and the Brown Derby, Chasen’s and thee Cocoanut Grove have given up the ghost, a stalwart few remain where one can go and have an experience exactly the same as someone in Golden Age of Hollywood--some fifty years ago.
All the famous twentieth century writers who swept through Hollywood, hoping to pick up a little of that movie money, came through Musso’s. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Bukowski all had to consider the difference between a minute steak and a porterhouse on the menu here. Rumor has it Charlie Chaplin and Douglas Fairbanks once raced to the restaurant on horseback. Faulkner mixed his own mint juleps here. Chandler wrote The Big Sleep in one of the booths.