Faultline

It’s «Hump Day» and I’m busy as hell. No time like the present to thrust out a review in Haiku.
F-​a-​U-​L-​t-​L-​i-​N-​e, …ladies and gents-​.
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Gay bar on Melrose.
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How da’ phuq’ did I get here???
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C*ck pic– says it ALL.
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My local bar the crowd is unique but entertaining and the beer bust on Sunday’s are always the place to be

New owner, new rules… no Porn on the screens, $ 5 12oz beers. Goodbye Faultline. Eagle up the street without the straight owners. The straight white lady took over and raised prices and called in the American Family Association to regulate what G rated shows are played on the TV… bye boy bye

I had been a avid patron of this bar for over a decade. The change of the ambience is much to be desired. The influx of new patrons from the WeHo younger crowd had changed my like of this place. This establishment used to be a place you could go because you didn’t fit the WeHo twink boy mold. Now you have those type of boys and their attitudes poisoning this place. Don’t get me wrong their is a difference between a little cattiness and shade vs. stank attitude. I don’t mind change but don’t bring in new patrons that will offend your loyal patrons.

My boyfriend wanted to bring me here just to check it out. I guess this is a popular gay bar in Los Angeles, and Sunday’s are supposed to be the best day. Anyway, not my type of music but nice crowd. There are two bars at this location, but they play porn on the televisions weird! I was comfortable but not for me, and the bar scene is so over for me. Living in Las Vegas for 15 years I am done with the bars & clubs. Oh! and by the way, my man was the best looking man in the building, on the property, and in the area! I am so lucky!

I’ve had the honor to come to this bar waaaaay before it started to transition into what it’s become now. It’s original owners had so much envisioned on it and you could totally feel the authentic vibes from the homos that got trashed there before our time.
It’s somewhat disappointing to see everything go away and replaced with other irrelevant things. But enough about that it’s not all that bad. It’s famous for its beer busts on Sunday’s that continues to live on. And it sometimes hosts their famous lot parties.
The squad there is very friendly. The new owner I hear comes from weho so you can sorta tell what he tried to do with the place. Idk. It’s the only bar that acknowledges Tom of Finland on certain event so that’s kinda cool. The place is spacious and a lot to see.
(If you’re not into bear culture don’t even park there.)
More info on bath houses and men’s clubs (hmu)

The smell. The meth-​HIV-​filled «dancers». The $ 9 drinks. And did I mention THE SMELL?!? WTF died in this place? The layout of the bar makes no sense. Also, why is there ripped up furniture? Who would ever want to sit in a chair that looks like they pulled it from the dumpster? If I am paying a $ 5 cover and $ 9 for a well drink, could you at least spray some Febreeze around, and buy covers for the furniture? I don’t get the «dancers», or «entertainers», that were there on 01-​09-​2016. What a mess. They did, however, match the rest of the bar. I guess I can understand why only the dirtiest of «entertainers» would come here. I stayed about 90 minutes, but finally left because there wasn;t one person there who I would speak to, let alone take home. What a waste.

Well drinks are $ 7 and sometimes $ 8? What the fuck??? So lame. Who owns this dump?

I stopped in late in the evening. Both bartenders working — Warren and Michael I believe their names were — were extremely welcoming and friendly. I was actually in a really bad mood, but I put up a good front so nobody would have realized that. So I really appreciated the good service and the kind way I was treated by these two guys, they made me feel like a valued customer as well as a member of the community (I live in the neighborhood). There’s a nice beer selection clearly displayed at the bar, with some variety. I moved here from Wisconsin and have noticed a lot of bars in LA tend to favor hoppy beers, but Faultline had more options. I got a nice brown ale that I really enjoyed. Will be back, thanks so much guys!

The FAULTINE IS PERFECTION! No «clicks», with everyone walking around with their drinks, talking with each-​other, all smiles and perfect attitudes, dancing together! Of course, with Exquisite Drinks & Bar-​tenders, The FAULTINE is the «cool» club that congregates the best people for their HAPPY HOURS, celebrated like the After-​Hour away from WeHo, and more like Home with Family!

Was a pleasure to meet you Jorge Usatorres and had a great at your establishment, Faultline. Looking forward to visiting again soon. You are a wonderful host. Never been to a bar/​club where the owner was that involved with his guests and cared so much. Never change handsome.

Friendly doorman (blue shirt/​beard), friendly bartender (no shirt/​patio), great space indoor and out, good looking diverse crowd. Worth the treck from the westside.

Love this bar, the drinks are good, prices are good and staff are very friendly. Love that you can be inside or out and sometimes they have a function in the Parking lot so great time and music and interessting people.

I went to Faultline this past weekend and found it to be seriously unkept. The place is in need of a good cleaning. It was grimy, sketchy and smelled horrible especially the bathroom areas. They really need to monitor their patrons a little more. For example the bathroom I went in clearly smelled of drugs. I won’t speculate what kind of drugs, as I’m not a user, but the scent was strong!
Sundays are busy for their beer bust if you can get past what I mentioned before. Also, the non-​alcoholic drinks are a decent size and are pretty cheap. The go go boyz are pretty decent and are of all different shapes and sizes. The music was just OK.

the best thing i can add to this review is that i have been exiled from this trash bag of a bar for which use to be my favorite bar on the planet.
the worst thing that has ever happened at that bar is the queen owner who thinks it should become a transexual /​drag queen bar. And hey I have no problem with it being a drag queen bar I love drag bars. I just hate having a leather bar become the cloak of a drag queen bar hiding underneath to steal money from its patrons
But first let me start out by the fact that the owner that owner who I’ve never had the displeasure to waste my time or energy ever meeting. had the audacity to walk out in the parking lot and tap me on the shoulder and tell me how dare I talk badly about his bar on Unilocal.
I’m sorry I was under the impression that we I was under the impression have no freedom & that you are supposed to be an open platform for discussing people who have bad business practices he’s violent he’s proven to be dangerous do not go there do not spend the money in there and there’s a little bartender named Corey there do not trust him because they will try to intimidate you. Just never never never never never go used to my favorite bar on the planet now it is a disastrous transexual bar. I’m giving a shout out to the lady drag queens that work there you guys were fierce :-)
Just don’t go unless you want to have serious danger come to your life positions and property. The owner now is deliriously dangerous.
And several people have filed criminal charges against him don’t go there just let that little bar. I weigh like an should have done 8 months
R.i.p fault line I love to you and thank you for the most cherishing memories the greatest memories of my life & to all the great friends I’ve met over the years there. love u guys. call me

So ghetto. The health dept definitely needs to make another run of this place. Guys were hooking up in the bathroom… and guess who had to wait outside until they were done??? Ugh! Calgon, take me away!
I went for Dragula and it’s great if you’re into drag queens. I don’t mind it, but I’m also not super entertained by drag. But to each their own.

The site that Faultline occupies has an impeccable Leather Bar lineage stretching back at least to the 1970’s. In my short existence on Mother Earth, I remember it first as the Stud, a leather, levi, cruise bar that had all the boundless, fun-​loving energy of the Baby Boomers of old. Tons of torn cut off jeans, shirts off as well as more formal black leather chaps, vests, jackets & maybe a cowboy western outfit or two.
Then in the early 1990’s Griff’s Leather Bar on Melrose right in front of the Paramount gates moved to this hallow site. The infamous Sunday beer busts were rowdy in a good natured beer soused way & «The Chicken Lady» in her black bustier, fishnet stocking, black leather Muir cap made up with heavy make up & ruby lips along with her congenial African American southern fried chicken making partner created joy & merriment along with fried chicken that paired well with cheap Budweiser or Miller that they poured endlessly from translucent plastic ice tea pitchers. Wayne’s Leather Rack was a leather outfitter that made great quality custom leather wear & gear. The waist buckle of his signature leather chaps had snaps that formed a W pattern.
Sometime in the mid 1990’s Faultline took over to carry on the torch. The rough & ready set up was slowly changed inside. The interior became more «refined» compared to the down & dirty atmosphere of its previous incarnation. The restrooms have been updated. (If you complain now, you should have seen it when it was closer to an outhouse.) The patio became mostly covered instead of being open to the blue sky. Now on my recent visit, there is even a heavy black leather sofa gracing one nook. Neon signs of various Gay leather aesthetics are everywhere twinkling & flashing in the back patio.
The Faultline still has the lingering ghosts of years past and the spirits of leathermen who have passed on or are in retirement. The new look of the Faultline still gives homage to those golden days when lusty men with lusty appetites gave this place an aura of endless possibilites in the realm of the carnal. But although the set up is there, the newer crowd seems lost & clueless as to what made this site full of vibrancy, playfulness, camaraderie & expectations that made you look forward to coming again. This is not the fault of owners of the Faultline who have tried to create a pleasant updated version, but the fault seems to lie in the relative blandness & insipidness of the present generation of customers who frequent this space.
2 Unilocal stars for the clientele, but 4 stars for the fun inducing décor & spirit that is at 4216 Melrose Avenue.

Cool atmosphere.
Cheap drinks.
Great art.
Friendly staff.
Looking forward to watching some more American Horror Story there on Wednesday nights.

It’s dark, seedy, somewhat grimy, smelly (I think someone spilled poppers), lots of hairy bear types, some sporting baseball cap and beard of the grunge look, chaps with cod piece fronts but bare ass behinds, some old time rear pocket bandanas flagging sexual preferences and an occasional young dressed to look leather cool in chain or leather harness gear. Some seem to have either lost their clothing, wander in under, but if you’re going here happen to be one of those, I’d encourage you to wear clean underwear as one individual in white underwear with a pronounced brown skid mark showing up the crack of the ass didn’t seem to appeal to anyone. All in all, this is what the Faultline is about and intends to be about; being a gay bar catering to the Bear, Leather, Fetish, Scruff, Kink and Levi community; the complete antithesis of those «on the Drive» typical bars of the WeHo district.
It’s good to see that the Faultline is still hanging in there as the typical gay leather bars have been vanishing and drying up all around the nation. Where Miami had three, they now have now, South Beach which had two, has none, the Lauderdale scene which had five now only has its Ramrod as being pretty much the lone survivor, and such pretty goes the same for New York, Buffalo, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, Atlanta and such other cities, most having given way to urban redevelopment, urban gentrification, rising real estate prices or as with New York City, a certain Disneyfication.
The good thing about Faultline is that it attracts a friendly crowd, a group that generally knows exactly why they are there and exactly what they are looking for. The drinks are good albeit somewhat near WeHo in price with friendly enough informatively helpful if you’re from out of town, a first timer or need any local info.
So, for what it is and what it is supposed to be, not dependent upon whether it’s your thing or not, Four Stars.

I suppose it all comes down to what you’re into.
I came here because, while I’m not a bear or a leather daddy or a grunting testosterone vessel with a whip, I’d rather go to a gay bar that acknowledges the beauty of masculinity rather than eschewing it completely for glitter-​drenched, feminine hysteria. Though walking into the Faultline, I felt like I was instantly drenched in an old man’s cum.
The atmosphere was lascivious to a degree that jumped headfirst into trashiness. Every pattern or shape descried was most definitely a cock. There was hardcore pornography playing everywhere one looked and, while I understand this may be liberating and sexy to some, to me it came across as a bit condescending (as though we’re all just panting bonobos breathlessly waiting to squirt) and makes for an awkward conversational atmosphere.
One «go-​go boy» (if he could be credited with such a title) languidly shuffled around while smoking a cigarette as though he were bored and on break. The other one was effetely grinding against a pole like a female stripper while drinking a beer. So much for the butch factor, or rudimentary sexiness for that matter.
One patron came up to me and, after briefly complimenting my ears, began rubbing my chest, quickly making his way to my ass. «Hello,» name introductions, and other such superfluous communications seemed to be of little use here, as did waiting to discern any sign of consent from one’s molested interlocutor.
I felt the Eagle managed to be masculine and very sexual without feeling like it were parked right next to a trailer park, but the Faultline felt as though it were lewdly planted dead center.
Again, if this all sounds like your thing, by all means go.
For me, I’d put it on the «mildly interesting repulsion» shelf of my bar-​going memory bank and leave it at that.