An Afternoon With Some Nice Guys...
The rococco lobby of the Ambassador Hotel is infested with business men and conventioneers.
LOS ANGELES: The rococco lobby of the Ambassador Hotel is infested with business men and conventioneers. The Ambassador is located in Los Angeles' "mid-Wilshire" district—which must be exactly like living in Kansas. All the bellhops are over sixty and look a little like Bing Crosby. The lobby floors are padded with some sort of damask tapestry which, although they clean it every month, smells musty (or Mufti in Sudan). The Ambassador features select bungalows in swelling beds of California bougainvillea. To say that this isn't a hotbed of frenzied drugcrazed activities is an understatement.
The Ambassador also boasts a barely surviving night club, the Coconut Grove, which serven as the "watering hole" of the stars pfuring the '40s and '50s. My parents went to places like this, or La Rue's on the Strip or The Mocambo after an evening at the theatre. Now it's just used for high school proms and Mexican birthday parties.
