Last Call - Wurstkuche, Los Angeles

Remember that pub crawl we were on the other week?  We got rudely interrupted.  Don't remember why.  But that doesn't mean that we should forget all about Wurstkuche.  Situated on a lonely corner in the very remote seeming "Arts District" of Downtown L.A., a few minutes walk from Little Tokyo.

IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER (to Europeans, maybe, and ex-NY-ers):  THIS IS A BAR IN L.A. THAT IS OPEN ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON!  (Not all bars in L.A. are.)  

Last year some time, we took a friend and his eleven year old to Wurstkuche for lunch.  So this eleven year-old, after being led past the already long line forming at the entrance, where people were ordering food, and getting settled on a narrow bench against a wall, in a room arrayed with long communal tables - in the dark ...........had a long look around, then let out a big sigh.  "You know," he said, blinking once or twice - and shrugging his shoulders a little uncomfortably. "If this place does not work out, we could go somewhere else!"

"What do you mean?" we said.

"Well you know, we could go to, like a real restaurant.  Where people COME to your table and take your order.  And there are big TV's on the wall that you can watch."  

"MMMMMMMOkay."  We said.  "We prob'ly could..........."

Then someone brought him a nice chunky bratwurst.  And an orange soda.  And some fat fries with truffle oil glaze on them.  And chipotle aioli for dipping!

There were no further discussions of "other" restaurants.  Get there early guys!  By seven-thirty p.m. the lines are almost two blocks long to get in.