Highland Park, Los Angeles · bar
The kind of bar where you might grab a pint with a group of Dodger fans, or accidentally end up in a deep conversation about mezcal with a guy who definitely owns a vinyl collection. The patio (aka a parking lot with string lights) is where parents let their toddlers roam free while they sip a cold one. Carnitas on the grill, the smell of tomatillo salsa in the air. It’s a scene, but a good one.