This quaint humble block in LA includes the corner store to the neighborhood psychic and is filled with your typical mom-and-pop business establishments.

Despite the name, it’s less like an oyster shack and more like an intimate Parisian wine bar - French and Spanish bottles line the shelves, alongside trinkets and cookbooks. It’s the kind of place Hemingway would’ve wandered into and decided, “Know what? I’m never going back to the U.S.” You’ll feel that way too, except about East Hollywood.