Despite its proximity to Old Town, there's no glitz or glamour at On The Rocks. Therein lies its allure. Hidden away in a corner of the Wilshire Plaza strip mall, this dank dive looks like it was cut and pasted straight out of one of Charles Bukowski's poems. There's kitschy décor on the walls, cheap hooch, and a colorful cadre of regulars. There's no happy hour to speak of - mainly because the drinks are reasonably priced to begin with. A domestic pint (no imports or microbrews on tap here, thank you very much) will only set you back $2.25. Well drinks are just three bucks and $4 will get you a small pitcher of beer. There's also no food, although affable daytime bartenders like Purple (so named for her proclivity for wearing shirts of the same color) can usually be persuaded to nuke a bag of microwave popcorn to keep your munchies at bay.