BOJACK HORSEMAN

Self-loathing, alcoholic ex-sitcom star diving head first into his second act — with mixed results. Thoroughbred horse.

LIVE:

The higher the ground, the higher your status on Hollywoo’s merciless food chain. That’s why musicians and movie stars have called this neighborhood of lavish, glassed-in cages — er, mansions — home for decades. It may be lonely above it all in Laurel Canyon, but the glittering views of the city below are to die for. (Just don’t throw yourself off the balcony.)

EAT:

Whether you prefer oldschool haunts like Craig’s and The Ivy or newer imitators like Elefante — with its eye-catching statue of an elephant urinating in a crocodile’s mouth — West Hollywoo is the place to see and, more importantly, be seen. (For those times you most definitely don’t want to be seen, it’s a straight shot down Crescent Heights to your regular watering hole, Bellican’s.)

WORK:

The studio system may have broken up decades ago, but it still means something in Hollywoo to report to set daily under Parrotmount Studios’ iconic water tower or on the Sony lot, a stone’s throw from the house David Selznick built for “Gone with the Wind.” It certainly beats judging on “Felicity Huffman’s Booty Academy: Los Angeles.”

PLAY:

Before hanging out at Griffith Observatory and re-watching old episodes of “Horsin’ Around” became your hobbies of choice, you started out as a stand-up at the Laugh Shack, the Comedy Store, and other Hollywoo institutions. Recapture the glory days by sneaking in for an upand-comer’s set. Maybe you’ll get “pressured” into going on stage.