Gaslamp
Dublin Square 554 Fourth Avenue, Gaslamp 619-239-5818 This most Irish of Irish pubs cooks the standard Irish-American dish: corned beef and cabbage, using a good cut of brisket beef and cooking it so that it …
Alambres 756 Fifth Avenue, Gaslamp 619-233-2838 For the price of one beer, $2-$3, you can fill your gourd with Mexican food, plate after plate, every day in the Gaslamp during happy hour at Alambres. Sure, …
The Paperie 534 Fifth Avenue, Gaslamp Quarter 619-234-5457 Find Japanese rice paper here for reviving an old lampshade. If you want to make invitations for your garden party, select patterned vellum, organdy ribbon, and sealing …
Club Sevilla Rock en Español, Monday nights 555 Fourth Avenue, Gaslamp Quarter (619) 233-5979 Where can one find imported hard rockers with the kitsch and clothes of '80s hair bands like Warrant, Ratt, and Poison? …
The Wine Bank 363 Fifth Avenue, Gaslamp Quarter (800) 940-WINE There are restaurants that serve wine in glasses so small that a standard pour will fill them to the brim. As a result, there are …
The Roses “are really having so much fun” with the Horton Grand, said Dori Rose, as she tends to details like finding enough soup spoons for the once-depleted kitchen or bringing in new bedspreads for worn ones.
Okay, let's start from the top: The ugliest unit eyescape in Horton Plaza, and I mean the ugggliest, is the view straight on with your back to this kid store called Gymboree on the topmost …
To promote the development of the Gaslamp Quarter he once asked Mrs. Yamada if she were interested in selling. She replied with a quiet word about wanting to keep going for a year or two.
The floor changes to tan hardwood and the pool tables begin, five of them, 30 years old or better, owned outright by Mrs. Yamada. She charges 15 cents a game and hasn’t raised the price since 1967.
“During the war, this place was really jumping. Remember, there was no El Cajon, no National City, no Chula Vista. So when the sailors got off the ships, they all came here. No more."
The street-level scene is familiar to any visiting sailor. The sleazy, slow-motion excitement of the card rooms. Hole-in-the-wall cafes with Jose Alfredo Jimenez on the juke box. Fundamentalists giving away checks from “The Bank of Eternal Life."