Linda's Place

Do you like wondering how long it'll take you to get stabbed, or by whom?  If so, Linda's is for you.  Yes I'm being funny, but I assure you, you will definitely ponder that rhetorical question.

You'll need to be buzzed in by the bartender.  Do NOT dress up, or even wear a dress shirt.  If at all possible, try not to wear a shirt without at least 4 holes in it (if you can make it oversized, even better).  If you are white, you will stand out.  If you are an attractive female, you will stand out.  If you are asian, do not even walk into this place.  In fact, do not go here unless you are hispanic as trouble is most likely to follow.

Why go here then?  Because it's fun as hell.  It is a cash only establishment, so bring some (but not TOO much).  It has two pool tables that provide an abundance of excitement as despite the fact that there are numerous signs up stating "No Gambling!", people are always gambling.  The crowd is loud, heavily intoxicated, and thus, my version of fun!

Also, I think there's a full-time prostitute that can be located at either the end of the bar, or the last booth.  I could be wrong, but I am pretty dang sure.  I realize that is a random statement, but this place in itself is random.

If you are up for a new experience that will either be hit or miss, give this place a chance.

Look for the .25 cent phone booth

Door was ajar so I didn't have to be buzzed in. I've never been to Tijuana but I imagine this would be a bar I might find there. At times I thought I was in a sequel to From Desk til Dawn. Yes I believed that any min the patrons and/or bartender were going to turn into Vampires and try to eat me...

No I was not on hallucinogens...yes I was buzzed off alcohol... After a while though it was just a friendly local bar (it did start to feel more like Fear and Loathing in Vegas though) (I swear I was not tripping lol)

Not a goto spot but if you want seedy and authentic you've come to the right place.


$4 for a miller lite peanuts are free.

Raise your hand if you've ever been to a bar you had to be buzzed in to because of the riff raffs in the area, the owner was sitting across the way staring you down the whole time while eating some kind of garlic left over in a Tupperware container, your bartender's name was Maria and she showed you how to balance a Corona on your head and the juke box plays Latin jams all night long. Oh, that was just me? On a Sunday night? Fair enough.