Let’s be West Hollywood

I'm breakfast at the French Marketplace.

I’m Hamburger Mary.

You can’t afford me…

I'm the glitter tumbleweeds.

I'm the RELAX UR OK and ONE LOVE neon signs on the median of Santa Monica Blvd. near Holloway.

I'm a $3M bungalow.

I'm the OR bar, where a fucking cocktail costs $22.

I’m The Abbey! I’m so fucking tired and my Tuesday tacos will give you the trots, twinks.

Video West. Oh, how I miss those days.

Im Barneys Beanery and their massively expensive Boilermaker featuring Louis XIII Cognac and a Belgium Ale.

I'm the Latino bridge and tunnel trash that has no bridge and tunnel to cross but has the same effect.

The average 50= gay male yearn for the days when Boys Town nightlife was white and Tina was always out.

I’m OP ruining the thread with emojis.

I’m the white gays having segregated house parties in the Hills. We don’t go out anymore to the bars. Who wants to be accosted and cancelled if you won’t fuck any and every desperate, subpar POC gay at the club?

R9 is Faye Dunaway.

I'm Surrender Dorothy's in the French Market, also the location of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane's memorabilia shop.

^Dorothy.

I’m a pair of earrings

I’m a floral caftan

I'm a Pink's chili dog.

I’m better than regular Hollywood.

I'm Circus of Books.

I’m a very disappointed East Coast Gay

I’m the pervasive cunty attitude. It makes us feel important!

I'm Faye Dunaway yelling at, kicking and punching a broken refrigerator in the alley behind my house

"Do you know who I am?" 😠

I'm the Ramada where dozens of years of cum stains in every room are thick as mud.

I'm Basic Plumbing and The Institute of Oral Love.

I'm the former Sports Connection.

I’m CB2. All the design kweens furnish their WeHo studio apts with my wares. I’ve had more gays inside me than Bradley Cooper. Grab a Starbucks on the way out!

R21, I'm long gone. :(

I'm a Walgreens Pharmacy, where there's always a line out the door.

I'm the bros bro-ing out at Gym Bar.

I'm Gym Bar itself, the alleged sports bar that empties out completely after the Super Bowl half-time show.

I'm Seann William Scott, reliving my glory days of picking up twinks at Rage! 😈

I'm the Gayfair Market on Santa Monica at Kings Road.

I’m The Gold Coast. You know you miss me.

I'm Vaseline Alley.

I'm Cafe d'Etoile. I was a brunch and/or hangover spot, or a night bar for gentlemen callers of a certain age. They knew how to made decent food and beverages that would gird your loins, and give you a presentable doggie bag for Fifi that she wouldn't turn her nose up at. Too bad I'm gone.

I'm the 40ish sugar daddy with a broccoli haircut, fitting in with the twinks!

I'm IHOP with a better breakfast than all the rest.

I'm the cummy restroom stalls at the West Hollywood Public Library

Since so many posters are citing things that don't exist anymore and in some cases haven't existed in decades, I'm Studio One!

I'm Fubar deciding that they made more money as a storage facility.

I'm the Starwood at Crescent Heights and Santa Monica.

R22: “ I’m a very disappointed East Coast Gay”

No kidding! FTL, Baltimore and Atlanta feel like they have more action.

R44, I can see why an East Coast Gay would be bewildered by WeHo. Your cities are much more densely packed and urban. Ours sprawl and are chaotic.

I'm meth.

R45, if there was chaos, I missed it. Maybe everyone just drives everywhere?

R47, LA [italic] is [/italic] chaos. The closest thing to Lima or Mumbai in the lower 48.

The neat, orderly cities (laid out on a well-planned urban grid) on the east coast don't come close.

I'm the Paul Smith Pink Wall.

R48, The cities of the East Coast are teeming with people outside. The last time I was in West Hollywood, people didn’t seem to be outside. I guess what I mean is that the East Coast - and SF too - are literally pedestrian. And that makes for a certain vibe.

R50, I agree that the large east coast cities feel more like proper cities. The large west coast cities are all over the place right now.

I'm the "Fagots Stay Out" sign at Barney's Beanery.

R50, the trade-off is that the east coast has better cities, but the west coast has much better nature.

The "Appalachians" are little mosquito bites.

"I'm the Ramada where dozens of years of cum stains in every room are thick as mud."

Stayed there twice. Not fancy - at all, but a really great hotel for tourists who are "doing" WeHo. Great location on the strip, and really not that expensive.

I’m good Samaritan Eddie Murphy giving late night rides to the stranded “ladies” of Santa Monica Blvd.

I'm Gloria, the waitress from The Silver Spoon on Santa Monica Blvd.

I'm Patch from "Mickey's"

I'm the $180 parking ticket.

I'm Steven from Aten-Plus, the Egyptian-themed tanning salon next to the MCC Church.

I'm nude night at the Celebration Theatre for "Naked Boys Singing."

I'm the collection of Liza Minnelli CDs at the sidewalk rummage sale.

I'm the 8x10's of nude male celebrities at "Surrender Dorothys"

I'm the Marilyn Monroe Theatre.

I'm Angelyne

I'm the faded hopes and dreams.

I'm the Russian Jews east of Fairfax.