"This alleyway piano bar in North Beach hosts a handful of ticketed dinners (with a show) each month. Inside the campy cabaret, there are red velvet chairs, servers dressed in cheetah print, and performers you won’t shut up about for months. The talent rotates, and you can find more info about who’s performing when you buy tickets (we could not recommend a night with Miss Bouvèé more). Tickets sell out fast, so keep an eye on their Instagram for upcoming dates. Also, buy the VIP tickets for about $12 extra. You get early entry, front row seats, and access to the full Silver Lake Bistro menu (including the cheeseburger)." - ryan pfeffer, virginia otazo, mariana trabanino
"La Poubelle is a French bistro in Hollywood where the white paint is chipped in all the right places. People who live in the area seem to appreciate its somewhat chaotic presence, and every third person who walks by embraces a staff member like a long-lost sibling. Any dinner at La Poubelle should be long, leisurely, and martini-fueled. The action takes place on the sidewalk, where diners in APC denim feast on buttery escargot, pasta bolognese, and baskets of thyme-covered french fries. Late night (they're open until 1:30am on weekends), you'll find a lot of young people and Europeans shouting their phone numbers to each other over loud music. And it somehow isn't the worst." - brant cox, arden shore, nikko duren, sylvio martins, garrett snyder
"La Poubelle looks like it’s been around forever. This French bistro in Hollywood has orange paint chipped in all the right places, a projector that flickers old black-and-white films, and a bunch of framed faded photographs on the walls. There’s a big bar where you’ll find regulars who have nowhere else to be for the next three hours, and groups of friends out on the sidewalk patio picking at baskets of fries. Happy hour runs Tuesdays to Saturdays (5:30-7:30pm), but the real action starts later, especially on weekends when they’re open until 1am. As for food? It exists, but it’s not the point. You’re not here for the mediocre steak frites—you’re here for a slightly chaotic night of martinis and meeting a stranger at the bar who won’t stop complaining about their boss as if you’ve been friends for years. Food Rundown Escargots a la Bourguignonne The escargots arrive floating in a pool of melted butter, which sounds promising, but that’s all they taste like: butter. They could use a heavier hand with seasoning, and the bread they come with tastes like toasted grocery store baguette. photo credit: Cathy Park Prime Filet Mignon The fries are the best part of this dish—they're as crunchy as potato chips, dusted with thyme, and are great dipped in aioli. The eight-ounce filet is cooked properly, but the meat is chewy, which makes for a pretty unremarkable steak. photo credit: Cathy Park" - Cathy Park
"When Mars mingles with Pluto in your native sign on August 14th, expect the emotional floodgates to open, Capricorn. We know that doesn’t happen often for you, but instead of fighting it, just let it happen. Take yourself out on a self-care date, specifically one that involves as much pasta and natural wine as possible. We recommend La Poubelle in Hollywood, a loosely French bistro with a very nice sidewalk patio that’s perfect for clearing your head and people watching. Order the handmade pappardelle with shaved truffles or gnocchi topped with mushrooms." - kat hong
"This Hollywood French restaurant offers the closest thing you’ll get to a steak-tartare-and-cigarette-ash dining experience in LA. (The name translates to “garbage can” in French, and its lack of sheen makes Petit Trois look like a poser.) The sidewalk patio is perfect for people-watching and gets rowdier as the night goes on. You’ll see twenty-somethings in A.P.C. denim eating buttery escargot and possibly even a few D-list celebs using the bathroom in pairs. Mind your business and eat your fries. " - Brant Cox, Sylvio Martins, Nikko Duren