It's a tough job, but the Enabler does it all for you
When the Enabler found herself singing along with a Bob Marley song at Ye Rustic Inn in Los Feliz at 10:30 in the morning on a Wednesday, she knew something had gone terribly wrong. The tiny dive was dark, sparsely populated and still smelled of morning-cleaning bleach. It was too early to be tipsy again, and definitely too early to get teary over "No Woman, No Cry."
Wiping her eyes and dutifully sipping her cocktail, the Enabler reminded herself that her day's mission was an altruistic one. She was searching the city for the perfect hangover cure — that mythical tonic that would ease the pain she felt in her temples, settle her protesting stomach and make the glaring sunlight outside less menacing...
Photo: Kelly Mlady mixes up a bloody mary at Ye Rustic Inn. Ricardo DeAratanha / Los Angeles Times