I went to Tijuana, primarily to look into the bar scene, which I've grown to love and like many, miss dearly. I'll mention that I did run into Corema (from HK) on the streets. I know she has fans and detractors. I find her reasonably attractive and an above average time upstairs. I stopped to say Hello, told her I'd see her later, thinking that I'd probably not enjoy what's left of the bar scene currently.
A couple weeks ago, I stopped by Cascadas. Someone here accurately referred to it as a fishbowl. At that time, all of the girls (maybe 20) were in what was basically a closet. The meseros brought me to the room where the girls sat around, lining the wall. There were some cuties in there but it was just the exact opposite of a sexy environment. Mind you, I'm not opposed to lineups. For example, I do enjoy New Body Elite, where the prance out a lineup of girls. But the overall feeling I had at Cascadas was just sadness. I quickly left.
Fast forward as I walked past Corema, I had one place on my mind thanks to reviews here. Tropical. Or Rizo, I should say. I walked in with dismal expectations. My Pre-Covid trips to Tropical were infrequent and very uneventful. Granted, the floor with all of the rooms and tables wasn't exactly the Ritz Carlton but this was a great time. There was good and bad:
First, the setup:
Walked in and asked where the bar is. A mesero walked me up to the floor and there were maybe 10 rooms with doors open. These were not small rooms. I'd say most of the rooms had adequate seating for 15-20 people and not feel cramped at all. Some were larger than others but no cramped feeling. So I just wandered room to room, taking in the sights. There is no $1 grabbing going on, at least that I saw. It was definitely more like pick your girl and buy her a drink.
Before I go further, please, don't criticize me as a victim of the ficha game. I typically enjoy that aspect. I love a party at the table with a girl or two. I quickly know when a girl is playing the game. But in my mind, with the right girl and a good connection, that is at least half the fun.
The good: after one pass through, I knew the girl I wanted. Alcohol, time, and other causes have pushed her name from my memory. Fairly sure it's something along the lines of Elizabeth. Brunette, great body, beautiful eyes. A solid 8 in my book. While I'm normally slow to pull the trigger as I enjoy window shopping, I went right back to her and asked her for a drink. She obliged, we walked to a table. Her friend looked like I just shot her dog. Well, famous last words, I invited her over for "one drink" as well. The friend was a larger girl. Not unattractive just not what I'd go for. Out of nowhere, this blond invites herself too. Wtf. I asked "Elizabeth" if she knew her. "No" OK, well, she can sit there if she wants. Again, famous last words. Well, that one drink at about 8 PM turned into a 7-hour party with the 4 of us. Things started off pretty low key until Elizabeth grabs my shirt and starts DFK. Virus? What virus? I was too many tequilas in to worry about that. So blondie took that as a challenge. She wiped my lips off with a napkin and on to DFK. (Not sure what that napkin solved. LOL) Not to be outdone, the larger girl plants herself on my lap and gave me the most aggressive DFK. From then on, it was on. Ended up back at my hotel. After an hour there, we weren't done partying so we returned. Had some more fun in the bathroom. Twice. Suffice to say, minus the decor, it was an HK-type party. Maybe I just caught the wild girls but I'm not complaining.
The bad. The mesero was not the greatest. Tried keeping my change. Wasn't too pushy at first. At one point, I ran out of cash. He walked me outside and said the ATM is right here, I'll walk you. Um, no thank you. Other annoying things like that. In fairness, there were not 10 meseros walking around asking you to buy the girl another drink every 30 seconds. Just a different kind of pushy.
As always, YMMV. But that visit definitely scratched that bar itch.
