The Prince opened as The Windsor in 1927; while it’s now a Korean bar and restaurant specializing in pitchers of Hite and egregiously large servings of fried chicken, it has nevertheless retained its dim lighting and red booths of the past, making it a coveted filming location for shows like Mad Men.

The sister location of Downtown’s Bullocks department store, which specialized in more luxury goods, this circa-1929 structure was one of the first Art Deco buildings in America. As luxury retailers moved to the west side in the ‘70s and ‘80s, Bullocks Wilshire fell out of favor and was eventually acquired by Macy’s (très gauche!). After suffering damage in the LA Riots, it closed in 1993—then was purchased by Southwestern Law School in 1994 (only in LA could a law school be housed in a former department store) and restored back to its former glory.[Image via Nardella Photo Album]

Located across from the now-demolished Ambassador Hotel, this watering hole at the bottom of the Gaylord (where Richard Nixon and Winston Churchill, two great tastes that taste great together, once kept apartments) was built in 1926 and internally resembles the interior of a ship (albeit a ship filled with degenerate alcoholics). [Image via Chris]

The first drive-in market in America, Chapman Plaza was built in 1928 and restored to its Spanish revival roots in 1990. While none of the ‘20s-era businesses still occupy the space (rather, it now houses a number of Korean eateries and beauty shops), and it’s been covered in horrible Christmas lights, it’s still an architectural marvel.

Silent film siren Norma Talmadge’s old man built this tastefully ostentatious apartment building for her in 1924—it’s since been restored to Deco-era specifications and still houses tenants. For two grand, you can get yourself a glam one bedroom apartment on one of the building’s higher floors, giving you an amazing view of the charmless office building that’s since been erected across the street. [Image via Michael Locke]

Established in 1953 as Taylor’s Tavern, this award-winning steakhouse (which relocated from Olympic and Western to Eighth Street in 1970) is cheaper and, with its leather booths and old Vegas vibe, vastly more charming than Ruth’s Chris. Hell—it’s cheaper than Black Angus, even. Although, sadly, meals do not come with a “Mountain of Fudge Cake.”

While R Bar technically isn't ancient, it sure as hell acts like it. The pseudo-speakeasy requires a password for entrance (check their Facebook page before showing up), and its cozy, wooden interior is dimly lit by a smattering of chandeliers. Modern conveniences include a jukebox and karaoke and comedy nights.

The structure of the legendary Brown Derby restaurant, which has been painted a nauseating shade of pink and now rests, shuttered, atop a strip mall, stands as a testament to the fact that sometimes it’s better to demolish than denigrate a historical artifact. Below it sits an (also shuttered) all-you-can-drink bar called the Hangover, which failed for obvious reasons.