A few years ago I was invited to share a nice West L.A. dinner with former Boston Herald critic James Verniere, whom I’ve known since the early ’80s. Verniere suggested Guido’s, an old-school haunt favored by over-50 types…the burnished spirit of Frank Sinatra and Don Rickles, red-leather booths, old-guy waiters, delicious garlic bread, etc. I loved it, and now I’m sad to report that Guido’s is history, finito, kaput, shuttered, dead as a doornail.
Verniere: “Yeah, I’m very upset. Guido’s was my hangout. I brought all my friends there. We had a farewell dinner a couple of weeks ago with my son and his girlfriend and several others. I got take-out on the last night it was open. Sad.”
