
Eater reports the closing of The Dip in Hollywood, which is apparently owned by the son of that guy who sat on Borat’s face in the movie. Sure, such imagery might have turned off potential diners, had they known, or it could have been the Freak Nasty song forced into their heads every time the place came to mind. More likely, it’s the stupid economy and the fact that there are more alluring French dip options circling the city, from Johnnie’s to Philippe’s. [Eater]