Ah, Ciro’s, the club that made Sammy, the club that made Martin & Lewis. The place to catch Cugat. To buy drinks for the Holmbly Hills Rat Pack. To rub elbows with Rothstein and Luciano. To sock a writer in the nose. All worthwhile pursuits.
But the Sunset Strip couldn’t compete with the Vegas Strip by the late 50s, and Ciro’s — along with the Trocadero, the Mocambo, et al — disappeared, leaving the horror that is today’s Strip in its wake.
The Modern facade has been destroyed by the Comedy Store. I suppose they think that’s funny.
