San Diego County Jail

Hated it. Service was terrible, food was gross, single-​ply toilet paper messed up my butt hole. Overall I was dissatisfied with my incarceration experience.

The bench is so uncomfortable. Seriously if I’m ever mayor I’ll be making some changes to the accommodations. Also the drinking fountain is on the toilet, so gross. It’s just a holding sell for book and release and the people in their haven’t been proven guilty of any crimes yet so the city has a responsibility to bring this place up to standards. Some reclining chairs and TV would have been nice.

Not bad. This place helped me learn a lesson. Gave me time to think… and listen to some crazy stories while I was in there.
The ham and cheese sandwich was made w/​no love. It looked like the rest of the guys in there — unmotivated. It did not look nutritious, but it tasted better than it looked, it was okay.
The pillow wasn’t fluffy but the cot was good, springy, and the temperature was just right in the giant room. I hardly needed the thin blanket to stay warm.
Oh, and the toilet was disgusting. No stalls, open for everyone you’re bunking w/​to see. And you have to hunt down the toilet paper and find the last guy who used it. But then again, the point of this experience is to make sure you don’t want to return. Great job on doing that!

What Can I say, I mean my goodness you ask for a single, but you get a stuck in a double. I found the toilet to be uncomfortable and the mattress was sub par. Apparently like in Japan it is a shoes off type of place, but they provide you with slippers. After my initial delousing I was escorted to my suite by the bellhop in a nice sharp uniform.
The Continental Breakfast was a little bit better than what you would get at a Motel 6. Luckily I did have a room with lovely view of the alley out back. I prefer the coziness of the local small town lockup without all the big city frills and gimmicks. I don’t think I’ll be back.

I’ve been to lots of different jails, prisons, work camps etc. and the SD County Jail is by far the best experience I’ve had yet! When I was originially booked into the facility they had mixed up my reservation and no king size, non-​smoking ocean views were available. They were very accomodating though and put me up in the luxury presidential suite at no extra charge. The staff were delightful and sooooo accomodating. I enjoyed mingling with all of the different guests at the faclity, I now have a black friend!
Breakfast was a delightful eggs benedict with coutnry style bacon instead of Canadian, the lemon sauce was divine and the bloody mary I had just the righ amount of spicy. They had plenty of fun activities in the recreation yard and I built up quite and appetite playing basketball with my new friends. The dinner was sublime with a poached salmon bolognese that was fantastic. The mattresses were comfortable if a a little soft.
They put a mint on my pillow when the turned downed the beds at night, what class.
My only complaint was that I didn’t get to stay long enough!

Got roughed up by dep. Proffit. Only got morin and one ice pack. Had 4 swellings. Pt proffit is rough, uses excessive force, and is no way fit to wear a badge.

I stopped by in September to check this place out on a Friday night after a recommendation by John Law.
This place is pretty interesting if you are sober, you get to watch all your fellow roommates for the evening come in and deal with their issues. We had some angry folks, some sad folks, some folks who were running from John Law for a long time, and some folks like me. Some folks were really nice as well, helping me navigate through the process of getting out.
The staff was meh, depending on who you’re talking too. Some are nice, some not too much. The lady at booking was nice, and as Brian N says, they do take care of all your belongings, they do a great job too! You also get to take a picture to add to their collection of visitors! Accommodations can vary depending on the room and your mates. Needless to say, once you get out of the first room, things do get better. The phone in the first room doesn’t work too well either.
If you hang out here long enough, you do get to experience their food services, which is like the worst sack lunch service ever! You get a sandwich with mystery meat, one slice of govt cheese, and some mayo spread on a piece of pretty lackluster white bread. You get either juice or a milk to wash it down and for dessert you get a piece of fruit and a really unhealthy cookie that tastes so saturated.
Like most hotels/​motels you normally check out by noon, so hopefully you’re with a good cast of characters to kill the time, cause most likely you won’t be sleeping. Don’t hog the phone lines cause everyone is trying to make the same phone calls you are trying to make. When you get out, go grab something to eat and pat yourself on the back. You walked out with a new story to tell your grandkids!

So I had to spend a Friday night here a few years back. It of course wasn’t my first choice for accommodations, but sometimes you have to do what the man tells you.
I actually found the staff here to be quite tolerant in their dealing with some of my fellow, boisterous roommates for the night, and I found my agreeable nature helped to get me through the night with little hassle from the staff. I think they even appreciated my humble being.
One thing to note, upon check-​in, you will need to sign over personal items such as all your jewelry (they’ll even take it off for you!) wallet, belt, shoelaces, earrings, etc. They take care of all this for you, but it can become a bit of a hindrance if you’re wearing, say, baggy jeans and tims. But whatever, they’re looking after your stuff, right? And when they ask if you have any weapons, yep, that pocket knife counts, so just tell them about it and you will be fine.
The food here is far from fine dining. Like Timbuktu-​far (wherever that is.) They serve you a lunch meat sandwich of sorts; one slice of mystery meat, one slice of i-can’t-believe-it’s-cheese, on starting-​to-​stale bread. To wash it down there’s the container of «fruit punch» that has the aftertaste of the coated-​cardboard carton that it has probably been sitting in since Manson got locked up. This was the continental breakfast by the way, but hey, it’s free, right?
Finally after playing a bunch of games, like 200 questions, finger painting, and waiting in line to sign on the dotted line, and waiting in line to sign the dotted line, and waiting in line to sign the dotted line, and waiting in line to sign the dotted line, check out time is around noon, like most hotels. After you get all of your stuff back, and can finally put your belt back on and stop having to hold up your jeans, be careful when you finally step outside; it’s really bright out there!

It’s county jail… I’d be surprised If anyone had good things to say about it… Holding tanks r crowded on weekends full of drunk ppl that smell like piss… U gotta find a spot to sit cuz everyones spread across the floor like puzzle pieces… No idea why You always get released at 4 in the morning…

So I was tossed in the patty wagon and brought here last night. What’s not to love? 10+ hours in a holding cell with a hard bench, filthy floor, militant staff… Definitely loved the sack lunch. Thanks for the hospitality!