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Barbarella Cools Down at Air Conditioned
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Saturday night, Memorial Day weekend, landlord not answering the phone, you can imagine my state of mind. As I paced hysterically, David was busy with our neighbor inventing some contraption to locate the keys under the shaft, as they were not visible with a flashlight through the crack in the floor. Of course. It took about half-an-hour for MacGyver to invent one contraption that helped him bring my keys into sight, and another to fish them out (that $80,000 engineering degree from Cornell was worth every penny). Relieved and VERY ready for a drink, we headed to the new lounge.

As it was before my time, I never got to experience the apparent magic that was the legendary Green Circle. The guys who ran the popular downtown club (eventually closed due to noise complaints) went on to develop other popular spots like the Pirates Den and G Lounge. Now Paulo Emanuele and Gary John, best friends and successful party-makers, have partnered up to create “Air Conditioned,” on 30th at Adams Avenue. I recognized the building, it used to be a hole in the wall called “Your Place.” Not long ago, I’d seen old drunks tumble out of the bar from my vantage point across the street (at Kadan, another recent addition to the uptown bar scene).

Directly under the still-legible stain from the recently removed letters of “Your Place” is a blue, back-lit Plexiglas sign over the door that reads, “Air Conditioned,” in block letters. The markings of the lounge are subdued without being overly hidden in a contrived manner (like a few of the places I’ve been to in Hollywood that require a freakin’ treasure map to find). A simple sign, like the simple green-neon circle that marked the Green Circle, or the simple red-neon X that marks the Pirates Den. You get me. But why is it called Air Conditioned? Gary told me that when they found the “stink hole,” the only redeeming quality was the sign above the door, advertising central air-conditioning. They decided to take it, retaining that one worthwhile feature as the new name.

I could hear progressive house music escaping through the front door, and the bouncer waved us in with a smile. Though DJ Geo was mixing the latest ethno-techno, a quick scan around the interior made me feel like I should be hearing Shirley Bassey belting out “Goldfinger.” The space has a retro-1960s feel, with vintage light fixtures purchased down the street on Antique Row, and custom designed furniture and décor by Yesca, the same group of artists and designers that created the environment for the recent Red Ball at Sushi Gallery (note: if you do not know what these names mean, I suggest you consult Google). First order of business – get a drink. Behind the bar, shelves lined with liquor glowed with light through orange and white panes of Plexiglas. I ordered a Barbarella, my signature raspberry-chocolate martini. Every bar in San Diego makes it differently – I took a sip – AC’s version is very tasty.

Already, my feet were aching (must be longer than I thought since the last time I wore these ridiculous boots), so I scouted out a place to sit. The colorful, fuzzy barstools looked fun, but I didn’t want to be in the way of eager patrons ordering drinks. Against one wall were orange vinyl slipper chairs (known to the design world as Yesca’s own “Hot Dates”). These looked comfy, but they were already covered with a handful of the young, well-groomed people that must have arrived while we were busy fishing for keys.

Against another wall were low, red cushions upon which two girls were busy kissing each other; I’d hate to interrupt the show they were giving to some avid Peeping Toms across the dance floor. Ah, what’s this? A pit in the corner, four steps down onto fresh carpeting, lined with faux-fur-covered couches topped with fur-covered throw pillows. Very loungy. David and I sat down there for a bit, watching the crowd above us. We didn’t have to risk losing our spot, as a smiling cocktail waitress would frequently visit to take orders and clear out glasses and bottles. Nice.

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