Hollywood Alley   

Pop your beer down on the counter full of images of Hollywood stars and the not-so-starry. How many places can you go where your beer can rest on Pee Wee Herman's face? Oddities abound in this quaint, smoky little joint. You could play "I Spy" in here for days and still not find everything. There are pool tables and TV's everywhere, but you'll never watch them. It's the cool, crazed regulars that are the biggest spectacle at Hollywood Alley. The owner, Grandma (yes, that's what they call her), cooks there every day -- something she's been doing since she bought the place 18 years ago. She seems out of place in this dark lounge, yet her presence is so fitting. You might not be able to make heads or tails of this dulled out penny, but that's okay. You won't have to. Just thank Grandma for keeping the doors open.