Martinis Category



Keep your shaker handy, ’cause it’s always happy hour here in the Atomic Tango lounge. And while there’s almost no cocktail we won’t imbibe, we think it always tastes better in classic conical stemware. Cheers!

Forman's Tavern

Posted On April 25, 2016By Freddy J. NagerIn Martinis

Lavender Fields Forever: Escaping To Forman’s Tavern

by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… If I invited you out for a drink at some local saloon, what would you envision? Gun holsters, swinging doors, and horses waiting outside? How about a pub? Do you immediately get a craving for fish ‘n chips and a nice frosty pint? And really, is there a difference between bars, pubs, saloons, and taverns? They share the same mission — to entertain and inebriate customers — but with distinctions like ambience, clientele, and pricing, each destination has served its own purpose throughout time.Read More
Snakepit Alehouse

Posted On March 27, 2016By Kim TronicIn Martinis

Slither On Over: The Al Lampone At Snakepit Alehouse

by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… Much like any girl looking back at her yearbook photos from 1999, I’m horrified that my baggy ripped pants, faded T-shirt, and frayed hemp necklace constituted “fashion.” Because my sense of style has evolved about ten times since then, I’m grateful that my wardrobe has matured — those Abercrombie jeans would do nothing to flatter this thirty-something figure. Fortunately, we live in a society that loves reinvention. Hi, Britney Spears. ‘Sup, Madonna? How ya doin’, Johnny Depp? These celebs have cycled through countless identities,Read More
Idle Hour Love Child

Posted On December 13, 2015By Kim TronicIn Martinis

Idle Worship: The Love Child Cocktail At Idle Hour

by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… As much as I love my Chuck Taylors and baggy jeans, I burn with envy for fashions circa the 1920s. Beads. Sequins. Flowers. And OMG petticoats. And ever hear of “programmatic architecture?” It basically means “buildings that look like stuff.” In those days, when automobiles became the new way to zip around town, giant structures started popping up shaped like dogs, donuts, and hats to grab your attention as you cruised by. Many of these magnificent structures no longer exist, but a few haveRead More
Chris's Manhattan at Kendall's Brasserie
by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… I usually avoid Downtown L.A. The one-way streets terrify me, and once I kept a friend waiting an hour when I got sucked into the Bermuda Triangle of 5th Street. Oh, and good luck with parking. But if you’re brave enough to maneuver the vortex of Downtown, be sure to catch a show at the L.A. Music Center. Home to renowned venues Mark Taper Forum, Ahmanson Theater, Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, and Walt Disney Concert Hall, the Music Center stages major musicals, plays, ballets, andRead More
Mama Shelter
by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… The first time I meandered into Mama Shelter in Hollywood, I had no clue it was a hotel. Perhaps it was the foosball table. Or the corkboard stuffed with notes, jokes, and colorful Post-its. Or the vibrant Chinese lanterns and guitars strung along the front window. Or the lucha libre masks, which guests can purchase should the need arise. With 5 other locations, including Paris and Istanbul, Mama Shelter epitomizes the boutique hotel chain vibe. Each of 70 rooms is furnished with a kingRead More
Culver Hotel
by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… I’m no fan of hotel bars in Los Angeles — too much pretension and plastic surgery. But when a friend brought me to The Culver Hotel, my apprehension melted away. Filled with locals and tourists, the lobby bar welcomes its customers with a flowing serenade of jazz tunes by the Mark Alan Group, who’ve played Saturday nights there for the last 5 years. A classic film projected onto the wall behind the band provides the perfect backdrop for Culver’s glammy vintage Hollywood-cinema vibe. TheRead More
Redeemer Cocktail at Big Bar
by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… Like any good basic babe in Los Angeles, I’m a big fan of brunch: Mimosas. Bloody Marys. 20-pound omelettes. And saucy gossip with BFF’s. My infatuation with brunch initially led me to Alcove Café in Los Feliz, where I discovered that their lunch/dinner items deserve just as many culinary fistbumps. The patio seating shaded by umbrellas lends itself to people watching by day and morphs into a romantic atmosphere at night, illuminated by twinkly lights strung throughout the trees. The inviting indoor décor is eclectic,Read More
Kim's Mountain Mule

Posted On September 16, 2015By Kim TronicIn Martinis

Saddle Up: Kim’s Mountain Mule

by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… Today we’re gonna bend the rules a bit. Instead of bringing you a martini recipe, I want to scribble outside the lines and share something (gasp!) different. And yes, it’s served on the rocks. I’ve always been a fan of copper: it makes for interesting jewelry, strong plumbing pipes, and who doesn’t love a nice shiny penny? (Despite the fact that pennies are a useless form of currency, obvy.) A while back, I noticed an infestation of copper mugs on the local bar scene.Read More
Buffalo Soldier at Messhall Kitchen
by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… Remember those middle school summers when your friends shipped off to camp? And when school started again in September, all they did was brag about how much fun they had? (Despite suffering from 23,000 bug bites and swimming in bacteria-infested lakes, of course.) Instead of joining those friends, I chose to stay home and annoy my parents, like any lazy tween. Trust me, you’ve never experienced true joy until you’ve played Legend Of Zelda four days straight in a windowless basement, stuffing your faceRead More
Fat Dog Tailwagger
by Kim Tronic, Resident Cocktail Mistress… Like any normal woman, I’m private about certain details. My weight. My real hair color. Amount of money spent on Botox. But one secret that everyone seems to know: I’m kind of a crazy cat lady. I have 3 kitties and about 2,000 photos of them on my phone. They sleep on my bed while I’m twisted into an abnormal position to accommodate their comfort. They rule the roost — and they know it. Then, a couple weeks ago, a friend invited me out to aRead More