A thought experiment for you: what if San Diego were one big crowded bar, and its neighborhoods were patrons in said bar? What would they all be doing? A couple things are for sure: everyone would be drinking and no one would be bored. Except whoever winds up stuck talking to Sorrento Valley.
- Old Town is on to its third novelty-sized giant margarita and won't stop shrieking “viva Mexico” in a borderline offensive accent, to the point where it's making Logan Heights angry.
- City Heights is carving its initials into the bar, and the bartender's too afraid to do anything about it.
- Hillcrest is drinking vodka cranberries like they're Gatorade and keeps feeling everyone’s boobs, but, like, in the fun way. Or so it thinks.
- La Jolla is at a reserved table, alone, drinking chardonnay and putting feta on every damned thing even though it makes no damn sense.