We're just in from BEAR NIGHT #1 at Bacchus House here in San Diego. Sadly, it blew donkeys. $5 cover, and $5.50 got me a warm, flat Guinness in a plastic pint glass. Yecch. Two sips were enough to make me sad. Even worse, the crowd seemed largely dominated by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence and a few local Hispanic twinks. Erm, no thanks. At least Chris V. was there so that I could say I saw one hawt bear other than Dan.
The final blow was a PA system pumping Fergie's Clumsy at volumes so loud that you couldn't hear yourself talk - oh, and their Camel-sponsored designated smoking area apparently shared ventilation with the rest of the venue, so everything smelled like generic cigarettes from the Big Lots across the street.
Ah well - I was looking forward to it, but that place has got serious issues. Why, for the love of God, can't there be a nice, well-lit, friendly bar where the bears hang out over a good hand-crafted beer or glass of wine instead?
