Polo Lounge, Beverly Hills, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"And there were those of us who spent the “last” two or three weeks at La Toque, or Michael’s, or the American Bar and Grill—that got a few laughs—or Spago or the Polo Lounge."

"Later that night, when the two of us are sitting at the end of the darkened bar at the Polo Lounge, not a whole lot is said."

"I get up, do the rest of the coke that’s in my closet and stop at the Polo Lounge for a drink before picking up Blair, who I called earlier and mentioned that I had two tickets to a concert at the Amphitheater and she didn’t say anything except “I’ll go” and I told her I’d pick her up at seven and she hung up."