Thank God for Canters on Fairfax, my friend can get a slice of Russian cake & hard liquor, while I chomp down on a Belgum waffle. Why the hell isn’t this bar/diner idea more prevenlant around L.A.? Its simply perfect. It’s kitsch at it’s best: vintage decor, live blues blaring from the bar, & plates & mugs “kissing” as waitresses fly by. One stop shop!