Apparently this is the only time tables are available at the extremely popular Father’s Office in Culver City. Maybe I went at the wrong time, but after standing for five minutes looking for a table like a lost child looking for their parent in a high end department store during the busiest Christmas shopping season, I declared that place to be bullshit.
I will give the place another shot in a few months from now, but word to wise, don’t go on a Friday night because Sony assistants and West Coast recruits for “Looking At This Fucking Hipster” just set up shop and move into tables and booths.
