Lost Hollywood: where the city forgets, but the stories refuse to die

A long-troubled landmark on Sunset Boulevard was jolted back into grim public view early Sunday morning when fire tore through the boarded-up Hollywood Center Motel at 6720 West Sunset Boulevard, sending heavy flames through both floors of the deteriorating structure and prompting a dramatic ladder rescue. The blaze, reported at approximately 4:30 a.m. near the intersection of Sunset and Highland, drew a massive response from the Los Angeles Fire Department as thick smoke and fire engulfed the former motel complex.

Once upon a time, before craft cocktails and velvet-roped nightclubs came to colonize Hollywood, there was another first taste of the city. Not beneath a neon marquee, but through the doors of a spotless, streamlined restaurant at 1743 North Cahuenga Boulevard. Today the address is a shape-shifting nightlife space, rebuilt, repainted, reinvented so many times its origins have nearly slipped from memory. But in 1939, this was one of Hollywood’s most polished, modern welcome centers: the Fred Harvey Restaurant and Travel Center, a collaboration between the famed Harvey House empire and Santa Fe Trailways designed to greet starry-eyed newcomers with efficiency, glamour, and the faint promise of possibility.

In the mid–1920s, as Hollywood Boulevard was transforming from a dusty trolley route into the film capital’s neon-lit main street, a veteran character actor named Henry Bergman quietly set about building a different kind of stage. Bergman, best known as a stalwart member of Charlie Chaplin’s stock company, had spent decades in theaters and on movie sets, playing everything from bartenders and mayors to comic foils. By 1925, he was ready for a venture where the audience could eat, drink, and gossip between pictures. With Chaplin’s financial backing, Bergman took over a storefront near the corner of Hollywood and Vine and created Henry’s Café at 6325 Hollywood Boulevard—part delicatessen, part late-night canteen, and, for a brief but glittering moment, one of the town’s most important meeting places.

HOLLYWOOD - On Sunset Boulevard, where neon once shimmered and film stars once slept, the Hollywood Center Motel now sits like a ghost from another age — its faded sign and boarded windows silently bearing witness to a century of dreams, danger, and decay. Once a symbol of modern travel and mid-century charm, the motel is now a symbol of Hollywood’s uneasy relationship with its past — and its present.

HOLLYWOOD - Before the Walk of Fame, before neon marquees turned Hollywood Boulevard into a river of light, there was a quieter kind of grandeur — one built on marble columns and whispered invitations.