Hard to characterise yet universally adored – about the best description we’ve heard is its own: ‘gastropub.’ It looks like a simple, low-maintenance, sit-down neighborhood bar (even on chi-chi shopping street Montana Avenue), but it’s not: it’s so popular patrons often wait behind a velvet rope to enter (a new outpost in Culver City – serving select spirits as well – may ease the crowds). Everyone says they go there for the deservedly touted gourmet hamburger, served Burger fascist style, with absolutely no requested alterations and no ketchup for the fries, but F.O. is really all about the beer, with an impressive, almost intimidating selection for ale aficionados to choose from.