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When you step off the street into the dining room at Musso & Frank Grill, the first thing you notice is the hush. Especially on a weekend afternoon - after the matinee curtain has gone up a few blocks away at the Pantages, and before the dinner hour has begun. Unlike modern design restaurants, Musso's has no piped-in music, no hard surfaces designed to create an audible clatter. The lighting is soft, with wall sconces washing a mellow tone up the hand-painted wallpaper. Its padded, curved booths enclose diners intimately beneath high, beamed ceilings, so conversation can take place quietly, softly murmured contemplating the menu.
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Musso & Frank Grill claims to be Hollywood's oldest restaurant. It opened in 1919, and 'became popular with Hollywood's establishment, along with its competition Chasen's, Ciro's, and the Brown Derby. Because the Writer's Guild office was located nearby on Cherokee, it became a hangout for authors like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dorothy Parker, John O'Hara, John Fante and Raymond Chandler - many of them East Coast literary elite lured by the sure money of Hollywood screenwriting contracts.
Actors, too, hung out here - Bogart, Mary Pickford, Charlie Chapin, Bette Davis. Later, in the '60s and into the '70s the Rat Pack, television stars, rockers like Tom Waits and that old barfly Charles Bukowski ate, drank, and staggered home from Musso's.
Today, after all the other restaurants of its era are gone, it's still here.
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A red-jacketed waiter old enough to be your father shows you to a seat. We chose a curved booth along the wall. If you're dining alone, you can opt for the curved counter in front of the grill - you can watch the steaks broil and talk with your neighbors.
First a cocktail. I ordered a gimlet.
In "The Long Goodbye," Raymond Chandler's hero Phillip Marlowe befriends Terry Lennox, a troubled man with a drinking problem and a rich wife. Lennox drinks gimlets, and is particular about them, telling Marlowe, "They don't know how to make them here. What they call a gimlet is just some lime or lemon juice and gin with a dash of sugar and bitters. A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's Lime Juice and nothing else. It beats martinis hollow."
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Here at Musso's, the cocktails come with a small carafe on the side. The gimlet is vodka, and though it has Rose's Lime Juice, it's garnished with a maraschino cherry dyed a rather shockingly green - I wonder what Terry Lennox would have thought about that. [The Man I Love] ordered a gibson, a martini garnished with a pickled pearl onion instead of an olive.
The menu at Musso & Frank is the same as in its heyday - except for the prices, which have kept pace with modern times. Steaks, chops and fish. Daily specials like Chicken Pot Pie, Sauerbraten, Beef Stroganoff, and Corned Beef and Cabbage.
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[The Man I Love] ordered a rib-eye steak with a baked potato and a side of creamed spinach. It came garnished with fresh watercress.
I ordered the special sauted liver and onions - I swear I haven't had liver and onions for over thirty years, but something about that environment made me crave it.
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The food was served on old-fashioned red-and-white transferware crockery. My dish came with a scoop of mashed potatoes and green beans and carrots - the way they were cut they had to be frozen, but they were cooked fine, retained their color and flavor. The food is nothing to get excited about - it's a culinary throw-back to another era of unadventurous Americana. But everything was well-cooked, delicious and comforting.
As we ate, the waiters quietly and expertly passed, topping up water glasses and taking orders from the handful of patrons enjoying a late afternoon meal. The dining room was quiet, the only sound a low scraping and clinking as the grill-man cleaned and stoked the coals in preparation for the dinner rush.
Although we're not much for sweets, something about the setting made us decide to order dessert and coffee. The menu offered classics like rice pudding, black forest cake, and pies. We chose something called a "diplomat pudding" that turned out to be a scoop of egg custard studded with raisins, and drizzled with stewed strawberries.
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As we sipped our coffee, a trio came in from the boulevard - a couple escorting an older man, his steps halting as they moved toward the back of the room. though short and frail, the older man was clearly in charge. He wore sunglasses and a straw trilby hat, his pale jacket flung casually over his shoulders. Bits of conversation floated in the air, something about a Maserati he gave away to a some woman. Some eccentric Hollywood royal, no doubt, from an earlier era.
I've learned a few things about Musso & Frank Grill since we went - first, it's "Musso & Frank" not "Frank's". Using the possessive with "Frank" immediately brands you as a tourist. If you really want to sound like you're in the know, you can call it "Musso's" - Raymond Chandler did - but never "Musso and Frank's."
And regulars enter from the rear parking lot. The parking lot attendant looked oddly at us when we turned down his direction to the green awning covered door, and said we wanted to enter off the boulevard.
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Musso & Frank Grill. A bit of historic Hollywood.
9 comments:
Love that place. From another era, entirely. Haven't been there in a while, but I was thinking "creamed spinach" before you typed it. (Not that I'd order it, but it sums up Musso's for me.)
What's really amazing is that it has indeed survived on The Boulevard for ninety yrs. (The parking lot in the rear, perhaps.) Considering all the other watering holes of the wealthy that've passed, many from much better locations, that's some record, & whatever you can say about it now, Hollywood was pretty crummy from the '70s until about ten yrs. ago.
And the next time you're there, chat up the waiters, all of whom were characters when I went there more often. If the waitstaff now aren't the guys who, fifteen yrs. ago, looked like they could've been my father, the current crew are probably the sons/nephews of the old-timers.
Flannel cakes??
That food look gorgeous - and the servings were HUGE! I always cut my carrots like that - and I assure you they are not frozen - is there a special way of cutting raw carrots?
But it looked a wonderful old fashioned place - I especially liked the booths.
What a wonderful post - I feel as if I had lunch with you. And, liver and onions?! - oh, my! - one of my absolute childhood favorites...with BACON. sigh. The days when bacon could go on top of anything and we didn't feel a bit guilty about it!
Thanks for the tour!
Corned beef hash with a poached egg and a Bloody Mary. Good morning!
Mmmmm, gimlet! I love your excursions.
Excellent post.
Mel Brooks recently received his star on the walk. His reception was held at Musso & Frank. That would have been a fun lunch.
Thanks for your visit...And loved your post about Musso's...Indeed, I LOVE this Restaurant and as you discovered, wrote a number of posts about it...Many memories of this wonderful special Restaurant.
You really took me there with you as you described everything so well. This would be such a fun place to visit...if only the walls could talk.
The very first picture clearly showed how calming it is inside that restaurant. I hope the carrots were actually fresh ones cut specially in the kitchen. (I cut my cucumbers that way.) And my husband appreciates a gimlet on Friday evening: 2 ounces gin plus 1/2 ounce of Rose's Lime Juice on the rocks, no dyed green cherry. ;)
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