A “singular”, “earthy” Downtown saloon on Skid Row (“where everybody knows your name, if you’re a down-and-out alcoholic”), this “remnant of a bygone era” has been slowly infiltrated by authenticity-seeking gentrifiers over the years – and now “King Eddy” is in for hyper-speed hipsterization due to a post-Survey change of ownership and renovation.
King Eddie's court consists of pensioners, retirees, street prophets, screw-ups, and elderly hookers. But how many places have Freddie Fender on the juke? Strangely a child-eyeing freakazoid of much eccentricity works here. Buds are $1, cocktails (if you wanna refer to them as such) are $2.50, but you wouldn't really call these happy hours. Still, troubled times call for whiskey-soaked...