I used to be obsessed with that place when I was a kid, undoubtedly because of the perceived "ranch" theme. As I recall they had a pretty neat sign. I probably thought they had ponies inside.

OMG! no! Staples ? how yuck! @#$^*@)@#$^%^###$!!#$@

Not only was that my edibles at any time of day or night if I could or wanted to eat (depending on the drug of the moment or $$), I actually lived across the street from it for awhile; it was like having your own live theatre for evening entertainment. Steve Allen's live studio was across the street & he often did a live-cam on the hippies & weirdos & ordinairies that mystify when you're observing in anoniminty (sp?) & added his commentary of what they were thinking. The night Frank Zappa was filming Rodney there for his bio-op I was hiding with the lights out cz I didn't want to be 'actor' pretending to buy something & do something kind of thing; mostly cz Rodney really annoyed me. & I did work all day long in record row doing labour...

The fellow that ran the newstand was a character actor in the early films that had this bizarre face - kinda like the geek of the world winner - the Mad magazine kinda look but more angled & thin & a unusual voice to go along with it. But he was so interesting to talk with & kind.

You could meet any now dead rock star in there & groups of giggling groupies, couples like us nodding on the ice cream freezer, & the Smells! from the out door deli area!! All the deep fried battered, creamy slaws, bagels oh my I can smell that smell that only the mix of grease & flour cooking long hours can make. Uhhh I never could get that hungry or tempt fate with a corn dog bcz of the smell

I rode on the pony rides when I was a kid & later dated one of the sons of the man that owned that part of La Cienega . It's just kinda amazing how close life experiences & people can get even before the ie to bring us together. I also worked at Home Silk Shop that was near there, kinda catty corner, with a couple of men that I 1st purchased fabric with my mother for my costumes as a 'kid dancer' that were still there. One of them, Nathan, swore he remembered me from when I was like oh 9 or 10, & was 30 when I worked with him.

This store used to have their own brand of beer in cans back around 1960. Hollywood Ranch Market Beer with a cowboy on the can. I'm trying to find some. If anyone can help, please email me at candman44@yahoo.com THANKS

I remember it. My uncle, Larry Fredrick, opened that market. My dad had the Bel Air Farm House Restaurant (also historical) at the same time. When I was a kid, we used to go to the Ranch Market a lot. Larry Fredrick died in 1958, and my uncle, Bill Fredrick, took it over. Bill was married to Sue Ames, a model from Queen For A Day, hosted by Jack Bailey. Bill expanded the small chain to eight stores, and then sold it to the now defunct Hughes Markets. Most all of the family members are buried in the Hollywood Memorial Park Cemetary, where so many old stars are buried. Yes, I remember the Hollywood Ranch Market.

Remember it? I grew up across the street from it. My mom and dad lived in the front apartment in the building directly across the street. It's burned into my memory from the doughnuts fresh from the hot grease to the steak sandwiches to the turnstiles and fruit/vegetable section. It was the first thing I saw in the morning when I looked out the window and last thing I saw at night since the lights came through my bedroom window no matter how hard I tried to cover it up with blinds and curtains. I imagine the apartment building is also gone, along with the bakery that had the most wonderful pasteries; the italian restaurant where my mom, dad and I had some wonderful times (I think I remember the owner's son was a well known boxer); the dry cleaner across the street; the dance studio above the barber shop with the shoeshine stand out in front; Vine Street Elementary School where you had a combination of kids who were in movies, commercials, TV and those from the orphanage down the street; and yes, the apartment building with the swimming pool in the back, the freight elevator that took you to an alleyway that led to the pool and all the wanna be and small time actors and actresses. Strange that I should find your post. This area has haunted my dreams for the past several months. Haven't been back in yearrs.

I lived as a kid on LaMirada. The Ranch Market was our market. Some homes remain. Both of ours are gone now.

The best thing was to watch the doughnuts being made right on the sidewalk.
Then you could buy them warm. Also, just inside the doorway was a comic book nook where we would read fast before we were caught.
It was a classic place. Too bad it is gone.

My picture of it shows an asian roofline. I am trying to find out what it was originally.