There was a brief period of time in early 2003 that I practically lived at The Red Lion in Eagle Rock. I had always liked the place, good hearty German food with attractive waitresses dressed like they were working in a pub in Bavaria rather than Los Angeles. A lot of them even had the accent to go with it, which is kind of sexy in that cold, high school teacher sort of way. However, what brought me back there almost every Friday and Saturday night was Olivia.
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