Getting lost in the LAX vicinity sucks. If you don’t make it over one lane in the nick of time, the next thirty minutes of your life are gone, as you are forced into the mighty traffic jam that is LAX. I’ve experienced this once or twice, shame on me, but my second mistake did lead to my discovering a very special restaurant: the Proud Bird. Like the fat child picked last in gym class, trains, dinosaurs, magic cards, and airplanes get me hot and bothered, so I make it a mission to get my ass back over there to enjoy a cocktail. I can only imagine the signature cocktails…”I’ll take the Amelia Earhart with a twist, please”.
We step inside and are greeting by an array of aviation memorability, a sprinkling of geriatric patrons, and a beautiful empty bar, fit for two. We pull up two bar stools and order drinks: a Manhattan for the gentleman and something called a "Skinny Colada" for the lady. There were, unfortunately, no homages to famous pilots on the house cocktail list.
Although the Proud Bird is outdated and
looks and smells like a museum, I would recommend it to everyone. I read that they might close the restaurant in the next couple of years, so definitely stop by and experience this treasure before it's gone.