![]() ![]() We gave ourselves fake names and a backstory: we were Charles and Jen (That’s right, her fake name had a fake name.), an engaged couple from New York. Our plot began the way all great heists do: a strategy discussion over eggs Benedict. So, Ann and I figured, if you can’t beat ’em, why not pretend to join ’em? In a geographical sense, you literally cannot escape Scientology in Los Angeles. And, perhaps most ominously, a brand-new, Scientology-owned movie and television studio looming over my favorite Los Angeles bar, Tiki-Ti, on Sunset. A creepy, Tower-Of-Terror-ass-looking place on Franklin dubbed the “Celebrity Centre.” A mission-style building on Hillhurst. Ron real estate: That infamous giant blue monolith on Fountain Avenue. You can’t round a corner in this city without running smack dab into another piece of L. From Barons to Barrels with Captain Pabstīut L.A.Message in a Bottle with Brewery Ommegang.Beer is Labor with East Brother Beer Co.Let Go or Get Dragged by Jerard Fagerberg.Ferments at Low Temps by Stephanie Byce.
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