It must have something to do with being a gin-mill rug rat — of early memories kneeling on a bar stool watching my parents pour shots, draw draughts and change ash trays with the fluidity of a blackjack dealers while little Jerry sipped sodas from a cocktail straw. The juke box blared the Platters, Aretha … Continue reading Why I Eat at the Bar — 5 Best West L.A. Restaurant Bars for Dinner