Coming from So.Cal and the Williamsburg-like hood of San Diego I was homesick and eager to find a chill spot I could sip a couple cold ones and bob my head to some good music. I yelped one evening and stumbled upon H.H. I made the 20 min drive up there and was instantly excited because the DJ was playing a classic S.V. track. I went to the horseshoe shaped bar and a kind fellow put my $4.50 drink on his tab "Sky Ginger vodka on ice? Don't mind if I do" the best part was he didn't even hit on me just welcomed me to the "hood" and I damn near skipped over to my table that towers my 4'11 frame.
I read from other reviews that the drinks are strong; I'm tiny but I can knock a few back. Well after my second drink I conjured up the nerves to talk to a cute bearded fellow who smelled like some W.F. fair-trade lavender/lemongrass body wash; when my polyester pencil skirt gave way and I slipped off the stool mid-convo! The worst part was that the DJ cut the song and my "AHHHH" echoed through the joint before the beat dropped. We giggled; and he was cool about it, but I was mortified. So I got another drink and we left shortly after the "Trash-room experience"...UMM okay I'm curious as to how you can vomit and hit everything in the stale but the toilet, was she spinning?! Thank goodness I wasn't wearing my glasses.
The men's restroom door was off the hinge and a guy showed his "Package" to my friend and she didn't mind the size *Nice!*
AWW just like SD. maybe even better (less pretentious atmosphere and a great music scene) so I guess I'm not homesick after all.