Whenever it rains, I go to Du Par's for breakfast. The waitresses at Du Par's know me, sort of, and I know them, sort of. I eat my oatmeal and we watch the rain together. Everyone seems to cheer up. Other cities may have their bistros or their neighborhood cafes. We have places like Du Par's.
This particular Du Par's sits on Ventura Boulevard in Studio City. Judging from its unreconstructed decor, I would estimate its age at 30 years. A venerable Du Par's that never prostituted itself to the '80s, which may be the reason it now seems so reassuring.
This conversion thrills me. Was there ever an age so loathsome as the '80s? Even the waitresses at Du Par's like to gloat over its passing. The other day, as I sat at the counter and watched the rain flood the street, someone asked about the current status of a thing called Laurel Promenade.