Nickel Club – A Super Secret Speakeasy Comedy Club in Hollywood

The Jazz Band at Nickel Club

by Alyssa Ramos

As we sped down Fountain Avenue in my buddy’s new BMW M6 with unnecessary bursts of pace and jolts of braking and swerving all-around autos, EDM music blaring, and the enviable jingling of the seven Cartier Enjoy Lock bracelets on his wrist, I begun to wonder if I manufactured the suitable final minute decision to go to this supposedly secret comedy demonstrate.

“This is so far.” He stated mundanely, cocking his head to the proper to give me a dramatic search while his lengthy black curls bounced all around his face.

“I know, when I noticed that it was all the way in Hollywood I was like, ummm who’s driving.” I was entirely major, but realized how ridiculous I sounded soon after I had mentioned it. The good news is any 1 of my good friends would have agreed with me.

He reached for some thing in the side pocket of his door, and pulled out what I could plainly see, even in the dark, was a silver flask. “Good factor I brought a flask, want some?” He asked, as if it have been totally normal and legal to have a flask of whiskey in his automobile in situation of emergency drives more than a single mile. I shrugged and took it from him, why not? It in all probability wasn’t risk-free that he took several swigs, but something about his demeanor made me feel that he knew what he was accomplishing. “Where the hell is this area?”

I took out my cell phone to read the text message with directions from Sara – there was some secret procedure we had to go by way of in purchase to get in. “She stated we have to uncover some chick holding a red rose on Vine and La Mirada and say the password, “frutata”…there! I see her!” I noticed the lady holding the rose, instructing some individuals on how to get in. “Oh good, there’s valet parking.” He scoffed.

As I opened my door, I saw the persons who had just been speaking to rose lady now talking to a door man, who was telling them to do the secret dance to show that they were invited. They did some weird hop and twirl…..there was no way I was executing that. I looked down the street at the lady with the rose and pointed to the door, she smiled and waved her rose at us, indicating that we could skip the small dance and just go in. Thank god.

We climbed the rickety red velvet actions up to exactly where the music and chatter was coming from, stopping at the best to give our names to the lady with the list. The location is called The Attic for a pretty excellent explanation…it’s a authentic attic that appears like it would have been in heavy use as a speakeasy throughout prohibition. The actual event was identified as Nickel Club, and had a compact stage set up in the back-middle location, surrounded by distinctive forms of previous fashioned chairs and benches, and a young, suspender-clad jazz band positioned to the suitable of it. We right away made our way to the bar on the far ideal in which we the good news is spotted Sara and her friends who had previously secured a spot previous the fifty man or woman long line, with a Moscow Mule, and Jim Bean on the rocks waiting for us.

They had of course saved the bench in the front row, so we took our seats and waited for the present to start off. It was evident that several people had been regulars, they have been the ones dressed in Gatsby-speakeasy-esque attire, and those who were newbies had been filled in on what was going on by the hosts of the evening, whom of which you had to be invited by to attend. There were four comics, all of whom have been really entertaining, with their jokes emphasized by the occasional aid of a drumroll or trumpet snare from the band. In concerning acts the jazz band would perform swanky beats that more enhanced the speakeasy vibe, along with my pal sneaking whiskey pours from his flask into our empty glasses.

The jokes were intelligent and tasteful, fortunately lacking in the sexual joke class, and focusing more on relatable topics like standard LA behavior (“when people come go to and they request which road is ideal to get, we say Sunset. Don’t you dare tell them about our sacred Fountain tunnel!”), and worldly matters such as the blasphemous disappearance of Malaysian Flight MH 370. The display only lasted an hour or so, but the intimate crowd, exclusivity, and refreshment of executing one thing new was well really worth it and worthy of a return stop by.