"Walking into Tramp Stamp Granny’s in Hollywood is like walking into the most insane high school theater cast party of all time. Here you’ll find bartenders belting Celine Dion and pouring shots, strangers having Missy Elliot rap-offs, and the whole room singing Seasons of Love in unison. This rowdy piano bar is the kind of place you peek your head into because you hear noise from the sidewalk, then wake up the next morning with a text from an unknown number asking if you’re still on for the Dear Evan Hansen matinee. " - Nikko Duren
Jakob Layman
