Imagine this:

It's a little bar, the only non-bar seats are the plastic chairs around the stage.

There's a Tom Waits-esque country band playing. They're halfway decent, of course their style is not in line with my musical tastes so I could be wrong. There are balance issues in the sound system, but otherwise it's ok.

The band is off in a corner next to the stage.

On the stage is a woman playing with two batons that are on fire, she sets them to her legs, arms and mouth, extinguishing and relighting as she goes on. She unties the top of her outfit so that it falls exposing her breasts that have black tape crossing over her nipples. She sets those on fire as well.

The bar is fairly extensive and is tended by a harried-yet-graceful goth chica.

This piece of paradise can be found at 5153 Hollywood Bl.

As for the clowns...The only ones we found were little dolls shoved on a ledge above the bar, insignificant and ignored.

It's main claim to fame is that Courtney Love used to strip there. But now they have a fire eater. }:>