Hollywood is a place of contradictions. Definitely not all glitz and glamour. You see everything from homeless people to Ferrari's, and dodgy strip clubs just metres from expensive restaurants.
The first dose of reality came when we started walking the wrong way down Hollywood boulevard after getting off the metro. I was keen to find Tom Cruise's star on the walk of fame, but it quickly became obvious that we were more in the Tom Jones section.
Once headed the right way we had better luck. Stumbled across "Amoebia records", by far the biggest record/CD/DVD/Cassette/VHS/etc store I've ever seen.
We took a long walk down the strip and as a bonus witnessed a sherrif breaking up a fight between two women, one of which had apparently looked at the other's dog in a funny way (yes really). Fantastic. Just like watching COPS.
It was getting dark and we were thirsty. Fortunately we had passed a strip of bars earlier on that was a couple of blocks back from the main strip and had much less of a " tourist trap" and more of a local feel.
I was initially drawn to the dodgy, noisy sports bar, but not having cider available was a deal breaker for Fee, and the beer was flat, so we moved on to a craft beer/burger joint.
A few delicous beers and several conversations with locals later (one of whom straight up offered me weed), Fiona informed me that I was "being a pest" to people (I wasn't), and it was time to go home.
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