The Bad Decision Bar: Where innocent plans to kill a couple of hours with a beer or two invariably end in the loss of your dignity and at least one article of clothing. Here are San Diego's best bets for making the worst decisions.
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Pacific Beach If the line of freshly minted 21yr-olds stretching around the block doesn’t already scream trouble, give it a few hours and you're guaranteed to see security throwing down outside with a few over-served bros who aren't taking kindly to the early end to their night. Hey, here come the handcuffs! Just another Taco Tuesday night at Typhoon.
Ocean Beach The divey OB bar has the winning combination of strong drinks priced just right and free Goldfish crackers that don't do nearly as much to remedy the strength of said drinks as you think they do. A couple games of shuffleboard and, before you know it, you're talking to a divorcee about the kids she has around your age as the two of you pick out a few feel-good tunes for the juke box. This may not end well.
Pacific Beach Gloria Estefan was right: the rhythm is gonna get you, specifically on Tavern’s dance floor, turning your Saturday night into a blur of whiskey shots, flashing lasers, and suspect dance moves until the house lights suddenly come up and you find yourself exhausted, sweaty, and cursing that rhythm... it did indeed get you, and your self-respect. You-0. Rhythm-1.
Pacific Beach College night and $4 doubles always seem like a good idea until the sun is coming up and you’re face down on the beach with a mouth full of sand, no keys, no phone, no ID, no debit card, no pants, and no clue exactly what made you think night swimming was a good idea. That REM song is crap.
Pacific Beach Any bar that has their clientele racing goldfish against each other in an all-out battle to the finish line is likely to play host to a bad decision or 12. Go ahead, suck down three or four of those giant Redbull vodka slushies as you celebrate your aquatic victory with an off-key rendition of "We Are the Champions". Bad mistakes. You've made a few. And you're about to make a few more.
Downtown Why’d you wake up with whiplash, bruises, and 137 new Facebook notifications? Oh, right, you decided to give that mechanical bull a go. The video evidence is already circulating. Your grandma will have commented several times by the time you awake the next morning.
Banker’s Hill It all starts innocently enough. Minding your own business, doing your laundry next door like a responsible adult. Why not stop in for a quick drink to kill time between loads? Because: 1. One drink at Cherry Bomb is equal to three. 2. Convincing yourself you could just casually pop in for a drink isn’t the only bad decision you’ll be making that night. 3. Wait... weren’t you doing laundry? Say goodbye to your unattended wardrobe.
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