Hooray Henry's (CLOSED)

Hooray for LA's newest hot spot—a swingy bar/club where the cocktails are proper (fancy an Oxford Lad?), the cars are swanky (as in Rolls Royce Silver Shadow–inspired leather banquettes and 1968 Jaguar E-type blue paint walls) and the girls are, well, girls—dressed in white knee-highs, Mary Janes, ruffled blouses and bow ties. Enter past the uniformed, fur-hat guard and step into a gentleman's playground, decked with English paraphernalia—trophies, taxidermy and an illustrated countryside landscape, albeit filled with caracitures of owners John Terzian, Markus Molinari and David Arquette and other famous faces. Pony up to the bar for a small list of four cocktails ($12)—try the Toff's Arse, a mix of vodka, lime juice, ginger liqueur and soda water—or gather your best mates at one of the bottle-service tables. A custom-built 3D screen plays behind the DJ stage where live acts include a four-piece band and Mia Moretti and Caitlin Moe on the ones, twos and—yep—violin. Tip your hat to Princess Di (as in a framed clipping) in the loo and have a cig on the hedged smoking area. And don't leave without a shot from the paps aka photo booth. No, you don't need a passport, but get ready for a randy good time.