Think there aren’t any restaurants open late in L.A.? Residents who work late beg to differ. Corey Podell, Stephanie Allynne, and Courtney Pauroso, actresses and Groundlings members, took us to their regular post-stage spot.
As I sit down to the Village Idiot bar with my conspicuous yellow legal pad, men swarm me. Normally, this is a good thing. This time, not so much. As I try to take a picture of my Ginger Spice cocktail in the roomy darkness, an older barfly asks me what Iʼm doing.
“Iʼm writing a feature on late-night food for KCET. This one is about where the Groundlings go to eat after their shows.”
Just then a few Groundlings from the ʻCamp Sundayʼ troupe walk past.
“The Groundlings donʼt come here!” The man is drunk, spitting out accidental pieces of self-righteousness. “They go to Frankʼs. You heard of Frankʼs, right?”
I shake my head.
“You donʼt know Frankʼs? What kinda reporter are you? Youʼre the worst. I know a guy who writes for TIME.”
A man on my other side says, “I donʼt know him. Iʼm just here waiting for drugs. I hope they come.”
“What kind of drugs?” I have to ask.
“Cocaine.”
