It’s nice when new stuff pops up in the local bar scene. While I enjoy a glass of wine (or six) while watching one (or four) episodes of [insert TV show title here], putting on pants and checking out a new nighttime establishment also has its merits
During my luxurious vacation, I got to check out a fun luau thrown at a small restaurant in Kauai. With a mouthful of macaroni salad and roasted pig, I watched Polynesian dancers put even the best twerker to shame with their skills.
A Gaslamp Quarter building that once housed a theater full of dancing girls and a lady trapeze artist in the late 1800s and early 1900s now holds the city’s newest art space, Sparks Gallery (530 Sixth Ave.).
Some artists will create new pieces in one night for the exhibition The Day After. They’ll bring their sleeping bags and caffeinated drinks to the Voz Alta Project in Barrio Logan, working on Saturday night to produce artwork inspired by their surroundings.
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.