"Let's meet at the Dresden," is what one or the other of us would say, when we were back in LA, the place we grew up and started careers and got married and had babies. "Mom, when was the first time I went to the Dresden?" my daughter asked last night. Fourteen, I told her, not to the lounge-side with its Flintstones-like rock wall, but the restaurant, to eat a lunch of sand dabs and Cobb salad in a puffy high-back booth. We were at the time leaving LA and I felt it important that she see the Dresden, see how it is always 1971 there.
Marty Roberts, 1932-2022
Marty Roberts, 1932-2022
Marty Roberts, 1932-2022
"Let's meet at the Dresden," is what one or the other of us would say, when we were back in LA, the place we grew up and started careers and got married and had babies. "Mom, when was the first time I went to the Dresden?" my daughter asked last night. Fourteen, I told her, not to the lounge-side with its Flintstones-like rock wall, but the restaurant, to eat a lunch of sand dabs and Cobb salad in a puffy high-back booth. We were at the time leaving LA and I felt it important that she see the Dresden, see how it is always 1971 there.