The bartender ain’t exactly Bogart. And the bombed-out French-village farmhouse ain’t Rick’s Café Americain in the sultry city of Casablanca. Still, when you squint your eyes a little, the 94th Aero Squadron, at the edge of the Van Nuys Airport runway, feels like some kind of war-torn World War II safe haven — a place to have a drink and forget the ugly world out there, if only for a moment. And while there’s not a hipster bar scene, happy hours do get rowdy with WWII-era fly boys and the... More >>>