"Being the only one sober among 80 drunk people is fascinating from an observational point of view," says Jennifer Barrick, who tends bar at the Drawing Room in Los Feliz. A native of Kansas ("Land of corn, wheat and Bob Dole") whose natural assets had to be toned down for family-newspaper purposes, Barrick points to a loyal customer: "Just when you think you've seen it all, Marty happens."
"Models, studio heads, agents," says Ivan Kane, owner of Deep about his preferred clientele. In two cages above the bar, bored dancers move glacially. After a moment deep in thought, he describes his admission standards: "You've gotta look good to get in." That's deep, man.
"I guess the 200 bars I reviewed in my book were not enough for me. I had to open my own," says Rommelmann, laughing. She has turned her home into Stumble Inn, a no-fee watering hole for friends only. She'd like to hang a sign out, "but I wouldn't be able to keep the neighbors away."
Lava Lounge bouncer Christopher Neal, described in the book as "the nicest door guy in town" recounts a conversation he had recently with a drunken Hollywood wannabe: "What do you mean we can't get in? I have Ben Affleck and his producer on the phone! Do you know what's gonna happen if this gets into the tabloids?"