El Chubasco

I went here early in the middle of the week. I was the only one there but the waitress was really nice and the drinks were inexpensive. I like places like this where I can go and just relax enjoy a drink without a huge crowd. That type of feeling is hard to find in L.A.

Been there twice! First time: Always seen it, always heard the worst of it, till one night where everything went wrong and a beer was the best it could get. All bars closed except chubasco! Lol I was mistaken for an undercover cop. So it was ehhh kinda weird sitting there trying to enjoy a beer while the local hookers stared me down. So wasn’t there for long.
Second time, intentionally went because a friend wanted to play pool so we walked it there considering I live a block away. Was dressed down, and had the time of my life! danced all night to the different music coming out of the juke box, chatted up with the local whores and met two ladies who made the mistake of dressing up and were isolated in a corner scared as hell as they drank their bud light lol I invited them over to our table, and we all danced and drank the night away, worry free, until we reached our inebriated level!
So overall: it’s Definitely not the place to try to pick up, or to wear your pearls or diamonds! It’s a cantina to release whatever the hell you want! Definitely fun to drink beer, play pool and enjoy some jams from the juke box! Humble down and enjoy it with your friends. Wouldn’t suggest taking a date LOL
Ps you can walk in, in you r pjs and no one would care! lol

This is a hardcore Mexican workin mans bar. Total Mexico. Bitchen. Dont bring your girl here. Bring a buddy to drink beer and drink lots of it. Bathrooms are piss becuase well, THAT“S WHERE YOU PISS! Peeps look at this place and get scared off. That’s what they want! Local only fool! I love it. VIVA EL CHUBASCO!!!

This adventure starts with a older DRUNK Mexican man standing on the curb. We roll up to park near him — it is an empty space — and what does he start doing? «Taxi Taxi Blah!» while pulling on the car door handle. El Chubasco — gotta go!
That was in the after noon mind you and enough to make us regroup. We have passed this place for years (also known as the SIDE POCKET) never thinking that we should give it a try. A week later we got it together and rolled in. This time we parked a block down just in case «Taxi Time» was waiting for us…
Here is what you get with this hot spot — some bathroom towels that act as doors.
Why is it that most beer only places (which this is) rock that style? Is it some sort of code? I always take them as a warning — and that pretty much sums it up. It is nasty in there. I know you think — «oh great a new dive I didn’t know about». No. This is the dive you want to keep avoiding unless you are looking for some advanced level style action. In which case, go crazy. This is the place.
Thomas and I roll up to the bar. We order up a few beers and watch the fire works. 2 guys playing pool. Fancy Lady Time with her drunk customer and Crazy man on his cell phone.
Let me explain Fancy Lady Time before we get in to Crazy Cell Phone Time. If you have ever been in a beer only place asking yourself how the establishment stays in business — chances are this is why:
Man buys a beer and is looking for some companionship. You know, someone he can talk to while at the bar. Someone that will keep him company while he drinks his worries away. Now this friend isn’t free — this is a service. So he’ll order her a drink. That beer he orders for her is not the $ 2.50 he paid for his — but closer to $ 10. In this particular example that $ 10 beer wasn’t getting him much to look at…
So we have some of that going on when Crazy Cell Phone Time starts — we didn’t hear the phone ring but sure enough this guy starts going nuts. Yelling! Hands in the air! Banging on the bar! All of this in English. Had to be for our benefit as everyone in there was speaking Spanish when we rolled in… Good stuff right there… We didn’t stay much longer — I do wish I would have checked out the bathroom but truth is I was afraid.