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Justin Wolff 8:30 a.m., June 16
Leah Caguimbaga has her work cut out.
She’s hostess at Wet Willie’s (555 Market Street, between 5th and 6th Avenues, 619-546-8747) where daiquiris rule the roost.
The daiquiris come from a row of dispensers behind the lo-ong bar. Look kinda like mini front-loading washing machines.
They have names like “Attitude Improvement,” “Sex On The Beach,” “Shock Treatment,” and “Call-A-Cab.”
Watch out for “Call-A-Cab.”
“They can be powerful,” Leah says. “Specially “Call-A-Cab.” You’re drinking 153 percent proof. One large ($10) is the equivalent of four shots. So it’s a deal, but you really do need to call a cab on that one.”
But for me, the real deal is in Happy Hour. “We figure in this location, just on the edge of the nightclub area, we want to catch people on their way there, and on their way back. So we’re concentrating on good value,” says Leah.
We’re standing beside the sidewalk sandwich board that caught my eye in the first place.
During happy hour (5:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m., Monday to Friday) they have a $5 munchies menu.
Also $2 domestic beers. Pretty miraculous for a Gaslamp Pleasure Parlor.
The real interesting backstory? This place is owned by Will Demps, former SDSU football player who went on to play safety for the Baltimore Ravens, New York Giants, and Houston Texans.
He’s a nice guy who seems to run the place hands-on. He has the lock on the west coast for this Miami-based franchise.
And yes, it’s OK to come in and just order that food.