Back in 1936, the year Duke's of Hollywood Tailors opened downtown, there were no such things as woo-girls, light beer or house music. Going for a drink meant staking out a stool at a dimly lit bar and ordering a proper cocktail from a man with a white towel draped over his shoulder. You could sip your hooch in peace as you mulled pitching some woo to that tomato in the typing pool. It was a simpler, better time. Unless, of course, you were black, gay, a woman, unemployed or suffering from polio. Shit, on second thought, I'm happy where we're at. At least you can get the good parts of a classic... More >>>