My husband was out with friends last night and I was wandering around looking for dinner and wound up stopping in and eating at the bar at the Hungry Cat.
I ordered the gin greyhound to drink and was surprised when the bartender poured it with Beefeater instead of Plymouth as the menu stated. I asked if they were out of Plymouth and he looked confused- I asked again and he said oh, um, yes, they were. They did appear to have Hendricks and Bombay Sapphire and plenty of other premium gins, any of which would have been preferable. (While I am fine with non-premium alcohol for mixed drinks at home, when I am paying $8... the Beefeater was a lot stronger than I would have preferred, as well).
To eat I had the special, a fried softshell crab with a remoulade on top of a corn/pea/avocado salad with a few hunks of bacon. The crab was okay- nothing memorable- but the salad was actually quite nice. The portion was small but for me, just right.
There was a photographer from the LA Times food section there as well- I felt like as the solo diner with her book I was somewhat in his way. He mainly photographed the two guys next to me- apparently the reviewer had described the place as "bohemian" and the one guy, who was wearing a velvet jacket, was the only remotely bohemian looking guy in the place. (His companion was wearing a baseball cap. Not quite as bohemian.) The chef posed for a bunch of pictures, too- it was interesting to watch him from the bar- he spent more time peering out looking around the dining room than doing any work, but I don't know if that was due to the photographer or what.
If the food prices were slightly lower- the softshell crab was $17, and I would have happily paid $13- I'd come here all the time. At a slightly lower price point it would be a great local spot for dinner and drinks- but at the prices they charge, it's not great.