I was stumbling around Hollywood when I stumbled into the 101 Coffee Shop (6145 Franklin Ave, near some highway whose number I forget, 323 467 1175). What a trip. It's a retro place circa 1963, a classic coffee shop with naugahyde booths and a counter, done up in seriously obsolete shades of brown. The people are totally cool, and not obnoxious-cool but relaxed sure-whatever cool. They refill sodas forever. Since I still had momentum from my research on non-beef burgers, I had the 101 Coffee Shop's quite respectable turkey burger. Big hunk of turkey, grilled onions, toasted bun, fresh lettuce and tomato, slight structural integrity problems but nothing serious -- I'd say it would come in at number five on my list, above Fatburger. As darkness fell and the denizens of Hollywood filtered in, the music got darker too, and there I was, slaving away, paperwork sprawled all over, wired out of my brain on my third refill of Diet Coke, when they started playing heavy metal, loud, gnarly enough to set a mood without actually being evil. Life was good.