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Wow. When I was here, down in the Gaslamp Saturday night, and again tonight (Monday), it was the same. The Gaslamp Tavern, at Fifth and E (868 Fifth, 619-239-3339), was unbelievably crowded and sending a racket out into the street. I went up and asked John, the bouncer.
"What’s up?"
He looked at me like I had just arrived from Mars. “Final Four,” he said, both times. Tonight he just said. “Final. Kansas, Kentucky.”
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/apr/03/22092/
I mean, Monday night. You’d think the Gaslamp would be newspapers blowing through the empty strasse, but no. The place is bulging.
Specially here at Fifth and E. Gaslamp Tavern’s open-to-the-street bar and its dozen big flat screens have customers cheering and passers-by clogging the sidewalk, just to see the Wildcats have at the Jayhawks.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/apr/03/22091/
What’s great is life on the street. It’s definitely back. Even on a chilly night like tonight.
I guess we’re nearer to ye olde Stingaree’s wild days than we have ever been.
That’s good, right?
Now I want to try their food. Beyond wings.
Wow. When I was here, down in the Gaslamp Saturday night, and again tonight (Monday), it was the same. The Gaslamp Tavern, at Fifth and E (868 Fifth, 619-239-3339), was unbelievably crowded and sending a racket out into the street. I went up and asked John, the bouncer.
"What’s up?"
He looked at me like I had just arrived from Mars. “Final Four,” he said, both times. Tonight he just said. “Final. Kansas, Kentucky.”
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/apr/03/22092/
I mean, Monday night. You’d think the Gaslamp would be newspapers blowing through the empty strasse, but no. The place is bulging.
Specially here at Fifth and E. Gaslamp Tavern’s open-to-the-street bar and its dozen big flat screens have customers cheering and passers-by clogging the sidewalk, just to see the Wildcats have at the Jayhawks.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/apr/03/22091/
What’s great is life on the street. It’s definitely back. Even on a chilly night like tonight.
I guess we’re nearer to ye olde Stingaree’s wild days than we have ever been.
That’s good, right?
Now I want to try their food. Beyond wings.