It’s always exciting when a new bar or nightclub opens. Even though our old stand-by bars fit like the worn-out pajama pants we’ve had since college, those same pajamas sometimes make us look like a slob.
Downtown will be popping off during Comic-Con weekend, with bars and clubs filled to the rafters with people in town for the convention. For those visiting, two things: 1) Welcome! San Diego appreciates your hard-earned money.
CityBeat headquarters is not air-conditioned. The sweltering heat leads us sweaty staffers to daydream about swimming in refreshing pools, drinking pints of frosty beer and writing our stories with our pants off in front of a fan in the privacy of our homes.
If you’re still lying in bed, distraught over last year’s Fourth of July fireworks let down, don’t fret. The 2012 Big Bay Boom turned into a premature bigbang bust, but the city’s not going to let that happen again.
San Diego’s jazz scene is surprisingly poppin’. I say “surprisingly” because whenever I think of jazz, or, rather, good jazz, I imagine it happening in cool underground nightclubs full of cigarette smoke and old men drinking scotch.
Contrary to popular belief, Mexicans who live in Mexico don’t celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Growing up in Tijuana, I never saw a single Mexican flag strapped to a pickup truck roaring through stop signs and honking like crazy on May 5.