Mangos Sports Bar & Nightclub

This club is located just 50 feet from a Government Office(Unemployment EDD Building). The Latin Hip Hop music is LOUD(residences are at least 4 blocks away)  - drinks are indeed cheap, strong, and the young-ish crowd is nothing but a bunch of showy, Bay Area gangster wannabees, migrants and Oakland visitors. The Fremont Police and US Border Patrol make this place one of their regular patrol spots, simply due to the fact any cop can have his quota met here, on a weekend night.

During the Hyphy movement, this was the place to be. It was called "Club 510" and was all 18 - 23 year olds goin stupid doo-doo dummy! It was stuffy, loud, and full of immature teens. Whites on one side, Blacks on the other and Chicanos all around, this was greatest.

One night about 8 years ago I decided to confront my demons and go drinking with my first "thank Christ I didn't marry the *****" fiancee.  By this time she was an ex ya know but she was in town and I was looking for some ... companionship.  Sad but true, these things happen from time to time.  We end up here and when I'm at the bar getting our drinks this blonde in a red dress swaggers up to me and drawls in my ear "I'm so drunk."  Now that's a mating call if I ever heard one and this blonde is filling out her dress so nicely it's leaving very little to my imagination but I'm with the dragon lady and trying to keep her happy and not have her breathe fire on my backside so I point the blonde (who actually seemed pretty blasted) in the direction of some other guy (chosen at random) while I hurried back to the girl who could scratch my itch.  Ultimately nothing happened, she passed out, I felt relieved, and ended up alone again but probably better off at the end.  In retrospect then I'm lucky I took her here because the drinks were really, really strong.