In front of you check out the wall behind the boys, witness the deluge of autographed 8×10 publicity stills that the stars used to sign and pass out, mail to fans, or hang on the wall of the restaurants and bars they hit. A young Sly Stallone back in the day. Arnold. Bruce. Alan Hale (“Skipper” from “Gilligan’s Island”). Mickey Rourke. Johnny Depp. Lyndsey Wagner (“Bionic Woman”). Countless others. And lording above them all is Charles-fucking-Bukowski, the writer.
Keep in mind this is Hollywood, and film productions have rolled through, including “LA Confidential” and “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood”. The bar bourgeoned during the 30s, the infancy of the golden era of tinsel town, hence caricaturist from the New Yorker Magazine, the late Al Hirschfeld has captured in glamorous detail in the mural behind you the denizens who had once haunted the Frolic. Installed in 1963 it is a beautifully grotesque scene of debauchery featuring stage and screen legends Frank Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe, Laurel & Hardy, The Marx Brothers, Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Abbot and Costello, Charlie Chaplin, W.C. Fields, Lucille Ball, Carol Channing, Albert Einstein, et al. Amazing. It is a bonafide tourist destination.