The New Movie Magazine (Dec 1929-May 1930)

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The New Movie Magazine immaculate white kitchen, prepares the test American food on earth, I claim. There are many claimants to social position in Hollywood but, unless they know Betty and Hatty, they are not of the old aristocracy. Outside France the best food in the world is to be had in Southern California— and the least expensive. You'll find it in all sorts of bungalows and wayside stands. There's Willard's round house far out on Pico where for a dollar and a half you can eat the best chicken that ever roosted and as much of it as you can encompass. You'll probably have to wait in line at the Carolina Pines for the sixty cent lunch and eighty-five cent dinner. Roscoe Arbuckle's place on Le Brea is popular with the general public with dinners at eighty-five cents, a dollar and a quarter and a dollar and a half. On the Boulevard, McHuron's Grill, MussoFrank's the Elite, the Pig'n Whistle are all good and reasonable. Downtown in Los Angeles you must visit Victor Hugo's, whose French and Italian cuisine is world famous; it was a favorite dining place of Valentino. In Hollywood and its environs you may eat in all languages, the Spanish and Mexican being particularly fluent. The chief hotels of the Hollywood cuartier are the Ambassador, BeverlyWilshire, Beverly Hills Hotel, the Roosevelt, the Hollywood Plaza, Hotel Gilbert, the Christie and the memoryhaunted old Hollywood hotel of Mission architecture expansively seated ever an entire block in the shadow of palms, peppers and poinsettias, potable as the scene of pioneer gayeties when the Thursday night dance was the big night of the week and stars who are now extras danced among extras who are now stars. There is a rumor that the enriched dowager who owns the hotel and still manages it actively intends to bequeath it and its gardens as a park to Hollywood, which was a hamlet when she came. The town throngs with excellent and hospitable little taverns offering rooms and bath at rates as low as a dollar fifty. And you may take your architectural choice of apartments ranging from a modest duplex to villa, chateau and pagoda. Or you may fancy the bungalow courts which California originated: bijou houses built around a common plaza, among the most enticing being the French, English and Mexican villages. Homes of Films and Fossils — Hollywood offers everything to the tourist. If you're interested in fossils you may visit the Le Brea asphaltum pits, but don't wade in them or you'll become one. The studios are suspected of getting some of their gags here. The fossils are fashionably parked among hibiscus blossoms on Wilshire Boulevard. You can pass them on your way to the Fox Movietone Studios in Beverly Hills or to the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios, the Hal Roach and the Pathe in Culver City. Studios are not great sights from the outside, and it's almost as difficult to get within as to date up Greta Garbo if you do. The Fox studio is beautifully walled in the Spanish mission manner. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer is pure Greek — at least I think it's Greek — and as imposing as the late Czar's Winter Palace. Pathe dwells serene in a Southern Colonial mansion with broad sweep of lawn. (Coniinucd on page 110 105