Garibaldi De Noche

If you watched «Harsh Times» with Christian Bale and Freddy Rodríguez, the vibe here becomes instantly familiar to you. Growing up in Los Angeles and spending my adolescent years in a 90% Mexican neighborhood in Anaheim, this place was a comforting reminder that not everything in this county is raised trucks, flip-​flops, Tom’s shoes, bad haircuts, guys wearing their sister’s jeans, those stupid Russian aviator caps, and neck beards.
I like the Garibaldi for the simple fact that there is alcohol there, strange women that you will never talk to, and awesome random chainfights out back under a fool moon, reminiscent of a scene from Bronson’s Death Wish III. (this only happened once, actually. the place is mellow).
If they had cockfighting here, I would be here more often. Unfortunately, I have not been in some years, but like your mother, loved the place upon entry (ohhh dirty joke, I’m sorry), and a few lime & salt cervesas.

Wandered into this place while waiting for the Detroit bar and the Avalon to open up. You enter through a rear parking lot. Mexican music blasting through the speakers. Immediately we’re met with dirty stares. We sit down anyway and order a beer from the bbw in an entirely to tight and short blue dress. We get our beer and not 10 seconds later a fight breaks out between a female bar patron and a skinny cholo. She slaps him then proceeds to beat him in the face with pool table ball. That was it. We pounded our beers and made our way out. Never again. Do not do it unless your into getting your face bashed in with a pool table ball.

So my buddy and I got to avalon 2 doors away, and wtf it was still not open on a Friday at 8. Detroit across the street had a line around the strip mall it was in… for some indie band I have never heard of.
So, we walked into Garibaldi. Bouncer tells us its a 5 dollar cover charge — I respond «but all we want is a beer sir!» — ok go in. haha
Place was still empty, and a Marchi band was setting up and as soon as i enter…
— all huge woman in tiny red mini skirts. Its like a hooters for another badly needed demographic. Genius!
2 beers later (and a conversation with a man who spoke no english except for «Where are you guys from» — Cerritos I kept saying… haha”), I wondered to myself if more place like this exist, or was I just taken to bbw heaven? :0