If you’re seeking Brits in LA, will you find them at the King’s Head?
If you’ve met me, you know I’ve got a thing for English guys. Go figure, as I live in the land of tanning beds and sparkly white teeth — not the country modern-day dentistry forgot. Unfortunately, save for my best mate Matt, I haven’t been able to track down any Brit boys...until now, that is.
I hadn’t seen Chris in nearly two months, so we decided on a very happy hour at Ye Olde King’s Head in Santa Monica. Lo and behold, the British pub was filled with nearly all men…all of whom were ENGLISH. Score! Or not?
I must put this delicately, because you won’t find me — a self-diagnosed Anglophile — ever dissing the British. But all the guys filling up the Head on a Wednesday evening were not the kind of guys an American girl would find attractive.
You know the type I mean. Like the awkwardly endearing Colin in Love, Actually (who picks up four sexy Wisconsin gals simply because he sounds ‘so cute ‘) the British accent typically renders an average-looking dude an automatic 8 or 9 because of his wicked native tongue. If the same guy were an American, we’d give him a 5 out of 10.
Unfortunately, not even the cute-by-default-of-accent-type was present this evening. You’re more likely to see a middle-aged man or very young Brit sitting around sipping Guinness or Jameson playing darts and watching some football (soccer). Thank goodness the best-looking eye candy in the room happened to be my drinking partner (he also happens to be a chef at the Viceroy in Santa Monica — you definitely want to check Chris and his edible delicacies out).
This is only my second visit to the Head. The first was the very month I moved here, nearly 18 months ago. I stopped by for a brief second on a Friday night, having heard there were mostly Brits lurking about indoors. What I found were barely 21-year-old boys sitting around chugging cheap lager like it was their jobs; I hadn’t been back since.
Still, I’m not giving up hope. Maybe I’m going at the wrong times or on the wrong days, but I will find my network of Englishmen in Los Angeles. But until then…