As the cab dropped me off,...

As the cab dropped me off, I remember thinking, "I must be nuts." But I was visiting San Diego, and figured that I couldn't leave without checking out a legend. The news has been full of stories about horrible violence, as local pharmaceutical entrepreneurs take their own unique approach to a market correction, but I was advised that the Zona Norte was reasonably safe for Americans as long as they behaved intelligently. Whether visiting Adelitas disqualifies one from the ranks of the intelligent is for others to decide. The streets were heavily patrolled by police with automatic weapons, and as long as I didn't think on those tales of gringos being shaken down by the Tijuana constabulary, I felt at least as safe as in, say, the South Bronx after dark.

Inside the club, I was groped by two different chicas, neither of them especially attractive, before I'd even had a chance to pay off a waiter and order a beer. (Keep your wallet in your front pocket, guys!) But a majority of the girls, and there were dozens on hand, were anywhere from pretty nice to absolute knockouts. As others have pointed out, this really isn't a strip club, although from time to time ladies would get naked, apparently for marketing purposes. Ultimately I decided that I wasn't stupid enough to purchase the main commodity here, but there was enough eye candy to keep me entertained for a couple of hours.