@lostintravel's Review of Cole's French Dip - Los Angeles, CA

Old fashions, French dips, and downtown grit. The Lost End crew hits Kohl's, LA's oldest bar, to ask those in the know one question. What's good? Walking in and the bartender doesn't miss a beat. She tells us the French dip was born here. And maybe it's a myth, but it doesn't matter. What hit the table was roast beef, a warm roll, and golden adja that tastes like meaty, brothy life support. Dip it in spicy mustard, pair it with fries, and it kind of feels like all the food groups are covered. But the real move here is the bar. They still stir a proper old-fashioned, and for seven bucks more, Andy's fix adds a crisp Negroni that can really cut through the gravy. Or you can just grab something on tap. Everything seems to pair well with the sammies. And the environment here is really unmatched. All red leather booths, stained glass. and bourbon-soaked wood. At the end of the day, Kohl's doesn't reinvent. It definitely remembers. And since 1908, it's served gangsters, screenwriters, and guys like Bukowski. It's the same vibe as back then, same grit, and that's kind of the point.