Las Palomas Night Club

Note: I give this place 4 stars for authentic Mexican dive bar awesomeness! This place is by no means a drinking destination for those looking for a remotely medium to high-​end drinking establishment.
This bar reminded me of a slightly cleaner version of a bar in Tijuana, except for the beers were legit and bevs weren’t served out of plastic milk containers that had the tops cut off. Never been to TJ? Please ignore that previous reference then.
My GFs and I were in the area for the Dia de Los Muertos celebration that was held in the patio space just outside of this bar. The neighboring bar — Eastside Luv — was also part of the event, but the patio was blocked off and they had stopped letting people in for the night. We didn’t come all the way to LA with our faces painted for nothing! So, we cruised the block and even search a few things on Unilocal looking for a place to grab a drink. Las Palomas came up, but didn’t have any reviews so I wasn’t sure what to make of the place.
Outside, there were about 7 – 10 people chatting it up and we could hear some music coming from inside, so we strolled over to check the place out. Of the 7 – 10 folks that were outside of the bar, none of them were bouncers or cared to check our IDs. No worries, we were all of legal drinking age.
We separated the two curatain like cloths that hung from the entrance door and see that there is a small squishy bar full of people drinking and having a good time. This was our kind of place! We headed to the bar and ordered a couple of beers — Pacificos and such — they were $ 4 each. I cracked up because we didn’t get carded by the bartender and I made the joke — «This is JUST like TJ!» And it really is…
There’s a jukebox going, drunk dancing around and around in a circle, and there is even a pushy bar back guy who is hustling buckets of empty beer bottles from the tables back to the bar. I swear that guy is paid based on the number of buckets he brings up to bar because instead of dropping them off and heading out to collect more buckets, he wait until the bartender acknowledges his efforts and counts the buckets. Very strange yet entertaining to watch.
The patrons in the bar were very friendly and chatty, but not in a creepy way. I had random conversations about Dia de Los Muertos, the Laker game earlier that night, and I even heard a little history about how long this bar has been around.
A good dive bar night complete with lots of laughs, indeed.