At barely 5 p.m. on a Thursday in Sherman Oaks, the party has already started at Pineapple Hill Saloon & Grill.
Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” blasts from the sound system, and a crowd of regulars settles in along a well-worn bar. Flat-screen TVs glow — cued up and ready for the Los Angeles Rams game.
The dimly lit, wood-paneled space holds the lived-in scent of stale beer and one too many long nights — time feels suspended. Multi-colored Christmas string lights drape from the rafters in September, casting a warm, festive glow.
Strangers swap stories across barstools like old friends — and it seemed as if nobody stayed a stranger for…
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