My friend Tom, a Los Angeles-phile, had insisted. If I found myself near Hollywood, and hungry, I had to go the Standard. The hotel's diner-style restaurant is open 24 hours so there was no excuse. And sure enough, one night after catching a film with my sister and her friend, we emerged craving food. And fast. Half a step into the Standard was enough to tell us Tom had advised well. It was past midnight, and we expected the place to lack atmosphere, but here was a woman sitting in a glass chair, suspended from the ceiling, and there, another, reclining in an aquarium. This was truly La La land. The diner was well stocked with locals, the burgers were delicious and, more unexpectedly, really good value. The girls were on the wagon, so I ordered a gimlet just to check the bar's bona fides. They were, well, bona.