Last night Sarah and I went to a bar called the Cha Cha Lounge in Silverlake. It was decorated like a Chi-Chis with a hipster clientele. Tackiness is very much celebrated in LA, way more so than in New York. Grimy in New York is equivalent to tacky in LA.

One nice thing about LA bars is that you can always find a table. It took me about 6 months to get over my habit of bum rushing open tables for fear that someone would snag them out from under me. People’d be all, “chill out, dude, there are like twelve open tables right now.”

Anyway, the Cha Cha Lounge had a vending machine filled with wacky novelty items, including a product I never thought I’d see again: Big League Chew. I can’t believe they’re still making it. It’s really the gateway candy between gum and chewing tobacco.

I’ll tell you what, though … that shit really held its flavor.