If you live on the Westside, chances are you’ve ended up in a booth at this classic diner on a Saturday night, trying to soak up those last few tequila shots with some challah French toast. We think the interior designer just said “all of them” when asked what style the restaurant should be decorated in, but somehow the neon-yellow walls, tartan booths, and circular windows (?) combine to make you feel like you can be yourself, too. Whether that’s a rowdy version of you trying to keep the party going, or a sad, hungover you crouched in your booth and gnawing on some plain toast, it’s impossible to feel out of place here.
Swingers is permanently closed.