"The Ruby Fruit, when it’s open, is a dimly lit, cozy wine bar/restaurant where the vegan hot dogs are actually good and so is the rest of the menu. It’s a neighborhood lesbian bar that seems to say, our community deserves something really chic and elevated. If you want a messier, wilder night, you can go to a different gay bar and have a great time. If you want to eat a nice, dietary-restrictions-friendly meal with your friends/your date surrounded by other queers and still make your 9pm bedtime, The Ruby Fruit is for you.The bathroom is Indigo Girls-themed and outside it there’s a bulletin board where people left their numbers and notes for each other. You are as likely to see a famous bisexual from your favorite TV show as you were to see an ex you hadn’t thought of in a decade. It attracts a diverse, intergenerational crowd. You can get dressed up or you could go in sweatpants.
Listen: I’m not saying The Ruby Fruit is perfect. Those little wooden stools always make my back go into spasm and I never manage to spend less than $75 on cloudy wine and olives and fries. Dykes like to glare at each other across the room, that kind of undefinable does-she-want-to-fuck-me-or-does-she-hate-me look. When it was open, the space often didn’t feel big enough for the demand, and they didn’t take reservations, which made going feel like a gamble on weekends. You always had to have a back-up plan, where to go for dinner if you couldn’t get a table.
And you know what? I love it all the same.
Gabrielle Korn via Los Angeles Lesbian Bar Ruby Fruit Is Fighting For Its Survival. We Really Need It To Win.