I go to parts of LA that are not my scene heres why

On a Friday night in Los Angeles, I ask my friend who lives in Silver Lake to come to a bar in West Hollywood.Except I know what she is going to say.“That’s not really my scene.”Los Angeles has a way of turning neighborhoods into identities.

But when we only go places that reflect ours back at us, we reduce this richly layered city into something much smaller.Morning Report delivers the latest news, videos, photos and more.

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Never miss a story.And we do the same thing to ourselves. We all know the drill.

Silver Lake says hipster intellectual.Santa Monica says corporate wellness.

West Hollywood says something involving a reservation and very good lighting.We sort ourselves into Eastsiders and Westsiders, then regard crossing La Brea as an invitation to be lobotomized.California Post News: Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, X, YouTube, WhatsApp, LinkedInCalifornia Post Sports Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, YouTube, XCalifornia Post Opinion California Post Newsletters: Sign up here!California Post App: Download here!Home delivery: Sign up here!Page Six Hollywood: Sign up here!To be fair, some of this resistance is logistical.In a city with minimal public transit, straying too far from your neighborhood can be an activity in itself. But traffic is not the only thing keeping us in our lanes.

We like places that confirm our idea of ourselves.I should know.I’m a central LA girl with a long Eastside past.

A former English teacher who goes to gallery openings for fun and distrusts any neighborhood with an Erewhon.I know exactly what my scene should be.

Still, I have a PSA.Go, young buck.And wander.There is pleasure in playing outside our sandbox.Which brings me back to West Hollywood.

Specifically, the lobby bar at the Edition Hotel, a place that would send some of my Eastside intellectual friends into anaphylacti...