Outlawing something is a surefire way to make people want to do it, until they actually meet Bo Outlaw and realize his sexual appeal is more limited than one would think. For a place that celebrates outlaws, and also other people who didn't even play for the Clippers, Prohibition Brewing Company.
Proudly professing the merits of erroneously illegal fun, PBC's a mom & pop...& sons brewpub, spawned from pop's foray into homebrewing (don't get mom started!), and now gracing a low-lying Vista joint with lamplighter sconces, picnic/ round wooden tables, a flatscreen-laden L-shaped bar, and a Most Wanted poster-flanked wooden gun rack. To keep the patrons from going to said rack, they've got nine taps spewing other locals (Stone, Karl Strauss, etc.) and domestics alongside their four launch brews; the counter-intuitively light-bodied Oatmeal Stout, the sweet-bodied Dirty Blond "with a touch of spice", and two wheats including the Hef U Up with a finish that's "candy-like", because Hef has the actual Candy waiting in a sexy room somewhere to be not-banged. While the machine gets finely tuned
before attempting to murder Nic Cage for destroying his snuff film career, they're running a limited, soft-opening menu comprised of mostly standard pub fare with apps like ceviche & chips, shrimp nachos, burgers with regular/ Cajun/ truffle fries, meaty mac 'n cheeses, and pork or spicy Polish brats.
They've also got a mini-stage to prop-up live musical acts, since outlawing dancing would just bring trouble, plus that new kid who thinks he's Kevin Bacon.