A raucous Los Feliz dive that draws equal parts crooked-haircut, skinny-jean clad artists, white-hat-wearing beefy super jocks and lecherous old men who drink VO whiskey straight up and call women “doll.” The bartenders and waitresses are notoriously big-busted and tend to wear half shirts with cheerful abandon. The place is dark and dank and smells of sweat and hot wing sauce. The hot-wing-sauce smell is welcome because the Rustic serves what are arguably the best, most-addictive hot wings in the city. Large, juicy and generously slathered with a secret sauce that will make your eyes water and your nose run (woe to the waitresses who pick up all the tissues you’ll leave in your wake), these are wings made for beer drinking manly men. Other menu items include the notoriously giant Myrtle Burger, pasta, grilled cheese, salads made with surprisingly fresh baby greens (the waitresses lobbied for that over the iceberg chunks they used to serve) and lumpy, flavorless Mexican food. Although the food isn’t great it is somehow comforting and after you’ve had it you’ll find yourself hankering for it at odd hours of the day and night. There are TVs everywhere and they are all tuned to different sports, the jukebox is almost always so loud that you have to yell at your drinking buddies and there is a back patio for smoking (but not drinking).
TIPS: If you come in and there are no tables available walk to the far right of the bar. There is a secret two-seat table there that most people don’t see. Also, if you’re hung over on weekend mornings try the Bloody Mary Breakfast (Sat., Sun., Mon., 10 am-1 pm). During football season the Rustic has great deals on pitchers and wings on Monday nights. If you grow tired of the scene here cross the street to hang out at the equally divey Drawing Room.