Anyone who had ever had the pleasure of being part of the UCLA/Westwood scene from the early nineties onward, at least for a spell, was really treated to something that was phantasmagorical, truly historic and perhaps, never to be duplicated again, this lifetime anyway. For those of you who knew let the underprivileged KNOW, Monty's was and still is, in large respects, one of the coolest of cool hangouts that folks from all around the world had ever borne witness too, no joke.
Where the hell else could you find Tupac Shakur, Suge, Tory Spelling and a whole amalgamation of Hollywood "Wigs" sitting around, kicking it and partying their asses off. The spot with massive panoramic views from 180 degrees of the palace, while the other 180 degrees was total eye candy, scent sensory perception and primo-prime rib salivation captivating your every, hedonistic moment you were there.
There was nothing like it, anywhere. Everything was bumping there, the food, the atmosphere, the cats and the wine, women and song. You could barely leave there for a brief respite at your crib when your instinct and senses beckoned you unrelentingly to return to the pure decadence of the greatest of pleasurable x-periences. Still today the stories and memories are plentiful and will continue to fill this blog for a long time to come, like the time when the police helicopter pulled eye level to the bar, on the 21st floor, just to say hi to the crew...
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