Native Son has taken over my old archenemy, the Stankness Dojo, and things have mellowed out quite a bit. For one thing, the kitchen now serves food instead of the fermented remnants of some fifth graders' science fair projects, which is a step in the right direction. (I haven't ordered any food yet, but it's nice to know I have that option now.) The tap list is now opened to a range of breweries, although Native Son is use the old Modern Times brewing capacity to make in-house suds.
As for their tap list, well... it's great that they have Chapman and Modern Times and Radiant and Cellador, because it's so reassuring and comforting to see those beers absolutely everywhere I go. And what a smart decision to carry beers from Skyduster and Highland Park, whose taprooms are less than two miles away. And I feel Calidad and Mother Earth Cali Creamin' are really underrepresented on tap lists, so good for carrying them, too. Oh, wait -- I just realized I had my Sarcasmatron turned to full Gen X power. Native Son makes the same obvious error pretty much every other beer bar in L.A. makes which is that their tap list is myopically hyperlocal, so they're serving the same beers from the same breweries as everyone else, which means there's pretty much nothing that distinguishes them from dozens of other bars or gives one any reason to go out of the way to make a visit there. Of course, if the beers were excellent, it would be a moot point, but they've been mediocre at best.
A lot of the bad acid trip décor has been left behind by Modern Times, with the questionable "art" pieces presumably sold off. But the cheap, tacky photocopied magician posters just glued to walls still remain, slightly curling off as they age. (The pages from the Mœbius/Jodorowsky comics in the men's room are also still in place, with Native Son plastering old event fliers for all-you-can-eat burgers over sheets that get too vandalized. It looks so country.) Where some of the weird Modern Times art was removed, Native Son has hung... paintings of baseball players in the middle of all that loopy Lite Brite-magician madness. The disconnect is just too much. And yet the staff tells me Native Son has not plans to take down the old décor. Ooooo-kay.
Service is friendly and helpful, although the one staff member behind the bar can often get locked up by a long line of people coming in to place orders, so customers at the bar can be forced to wait a long time for service.
I'm torn on what to think about Native Son: It's nice to have someone in the old Stankness Dojo space and to have another option for drinking in Downtown after so many places have closed. But... it would be nice if that option was done well. Native Son is really half-assing it -- one simply has to look at the mish-mash on the walls to know this. Their first priority should be finding someone who can curate a halfway decent beer program. There's a lot of potential there, but given how things are currently going, I'm not sure Native Son will do any better than Modern Times if they don't become something more than The Bar in the Old Dankness Dojo Space. read more