Mr. T's
Image from la.eater.com What in God’s name have they done to Mr. T’s? Can’t they yuppie up Highland Park with at least some discretion? Where am I supposed to go now when I want to be depressed or Charles Bukowski; Image from salon.com score cocaine? When there’s a long-standing black hole of a dive that would make Bukowski’s skin crawl, it should be left the hell alone. There can be no yin and yang if you truncate one end of the spectrum. It’s important to know what clinical depraved indifference looks like. My first time in the place was during the 1950s when I went there with my dad to bowl. Fifty years later I went again with my son Michael and was glad to see they had gotten rid of the bowling and rededicated the place to proper alcohol and substance abuse. Mr. T's interior; Image from justared.com Following Michael into the place my first thought was that t...