Generic Santa Monica Boulevard image
You couldn’t get any more generic than calling a place The Saloon. As fitting, no trace of it exists in Beverly Hills. Little Santa Monica Boulevard doesn’t exist, I got dumped onto a parking lot. Undeterred I tried other variations on the address, and ended up in an intersection, a beach, and the park near the Beverly Hills Ballroom.
What do you think or do when you witness someone’s hopes and dreams just vanish? Once upon a time, this was someone’s favorite place. Someone’s entrance into being a mover/shaker in one of the most iconic places in the country.
The photo from the book is classic 1979: dark wood, stained glass, and a recipe with crème de menthe. And the ghost of 70s Santa Monica Boulevard, wherever you landed.
Kelly’s Ghost
- 1 ½ oz. vodka
- ½ oz. crème de menthe
- 1 lemon peel strip
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