Cafe 50’s: East Hollywood Delight

Cafe 50’s, right off of North Vermont across the street from L.A. City College

It was just one of those days, where the only appropriate response to the sudden return of the heat was slurpin’ on a milk-shake. Fortunately for me, Cafe 50’s had me covered! But the bedecked hangout didn’t just offer a whopping array of milk-shakes; it also treated me to a scrumptious bite of Hollywood artwork without the side of testy tourist traffic.

Because let’s face it: On almost any given day, the walk of fame is a nearly identical replication of L.A.’s 405 freeway; it’s jam-packed, stubborn, and it doesn’t quite bring out the best in people. Cafe 50’s, by contrast, is like one of those drive-in theaters people used to go to back in the old days: simply spacious and spectacular. I mean, literally filled with spectacles:

Classic Hollywood Poster Art at Cafe 50’s; East Hollywood, L.A.

Add to this a friendly and speedy staff, coupled with the milk-shake menu from heaven, and you’re on the fast lane to a classic L.A splurging session. Just be warned: with so many options for your milk-shake, you might just end up going with what you know out of fear for something too different like that one Angeleno who’s name will not be spoken here. Ahem.

Shake Heaven in over 42 different options at Cafe 50’s. That’s forty, plus two; East Hollywood, L.A.

No matter how you like your shake though, if it’s any bit as good as my strawberry milk-shake was, you can’t lose! And yes, I did just blow my cover, but just you wait till you’ve got forty-two different options on the menu for a single item and see how you decide!

Shake it up baby! Jukebox style, at Cafe 50’s; East Hollywood, L.A.

Either way, after you select your shake for the meal you can totally forget about your decision as the jukebox offers yet another fantastic menu of options! From this menu, however, the best song for the occasion was clear to me. Can you guess what I played? Mmhmm.

If you’re in the East Hollywood area looking for a little bit of decor and charm, definitely check out Cafe 50’s! With a smile, it awaits you in kind.

Author: J.T.

JIMBO TIMES is about the heart of a nation, which begins with the heart of a woman. It was the 1980s, and hailing from the dusty trails of her pueblo of San Pedro in the mountains of Oaxaca, Mexico, my mom crossed over 2,000 miles to find work as a garment laborer in downtown Los Angeles. Shortly afterwards, she met my father. He had just escaped from a civil war in El Salvador and was working as a handyman for an apartment complex in East Hollywood. They were both in their mid-twenties when they met, and in 1989, they married to give birth to me and my brother, respectively. Ten years later, before my brother and I became teenagers, my father left. Heartbroken, but not overcome, my mom didn’t remarry, but chose instead to raise us on her own. It wasn’t the first time she had to start over. When mom was in the sixth grade, her father —a tradesman of el pueblo — was shot and killed by a jealous ex business partner. As the oldest of nine siblings, mom left school in order to take care of her brothers and sisters. She helped raise them alongside my grandmother for the next ten years, after which she'd leave for L.A. Today Mom's resilience is mine, which flows through JIMBO TIMES: a dedication to her and Los Angeles. J.T.

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