Dead Letter artists are constantly on the prowl seeking choice establishments in which to chill, draw, and do business. And, because we usually spend very little money while hunched over our collective sketchbooks for hours and hours on end, finding an accommodating, nurturing venue requires great skill and patience. So, grab your pens and pencils, because tonight, it's Bob's Cafe...

 Arrival: Around 6:30 pm, Saturday Night. Plenty of parking. The entrance to the restaurant features a small, indoor newsstand that is just begging for some fresh droppings. Uneventfully migrating from lobby to lounge, not even a glance from the hostess. After snapping a *shot, we proceed to to Bob's dimly lit lounge arena. No room at the bar, so we break for a table. Yeah, that round table over in that corner looks prime, like it should easily seat the four of us with plenty of room for our official DLa art & business gear.

 Apparently, the other lounge tables are square-shaped, and smaller. but would still be ideal for some small business. Within moments of setting up for chills, the waitress approaches to take our order. After ordering some hot coffee cold Guinness, she kindly tells us that there are free appetizers "on that table over there." Thus, with refreshments on the way, we begin our covert survey of the business. ~Wow! : Three television sets -- including the widescreen -- surely enough to divert barflies from staring at us as we delve into the theoretical art abyss. Although there seems to be a jukebox, any sound coming from it vanishes instantly into the incredibly loud television chaos. I think that those are country music videos that people are **watching. One half hour has now passed.

 The brews arrive, and the waitress asks if there is anything else she can get us. "No thanks." Light chills and subtle joking feed the smoky atmosphere as we discuss official Dead Letter business. The Guinness is cold and fresh, and the coffee is piping hot and aromatic. "Ahhh." So far, so good. Not a bad place to chill. Feeling comfortable, we open the sketchbooks and crack the pen cases. "E-sweet-E." A favorite method of casual artistic expression in involves everyone sketching a bit in their sketchbooks and then passing them on to the next artist. We get two sketchbooks into rotation, and suddenly F.C.U. drops some solo work on a few fresh loose sheets. The waitress again, noticing the empty ***glasses, dutifully offering more draught. "Man, is she on it tuf, or what?" Of course! -- Fill our mugs, and then leave us, wench!