I couldn’t remember the last time I ate at Genghis Cohen. I think it might have been with Ted Cohen, of all people. But last week Nicole, who had never stepped foot in Genghis Cohen, was in town and since it was Memorial Day there was almost nothing else open. Bob made a late dinner reservation. Some screamo band was playing in the live room. It was the only stage I’d ever played on. It was a Wild Gift show in the early aughts. Joel invited me up. Anyway, we shut the place down. It was one of those times when you’re deep in conversation (or just listening to Bob talk), when you look up only to notice everyone else has already left. We walked outside, the staff left one-by-one and we ended up hanging out and talking in front for another hour. Fairfax was dead and it would be the last time any of us would step foot in Genghis Cohen. It’s been there since 1983, but as of today, the location is no more. Kind of a bummer, but so it goes in Los Angeles.
