Some Punk Screwed Up My BeehiveI'll be blunt. The best bar in San Diego, the Honey Bee Hive, has been 'remodeled.' Gone are the giant screen w/ yellow spot, honey-felt pool table, and gap-toothed immigrant bartender/chef. Deactivated is the excellent juke. In their place? A DJ stage with pathetic electronica entertaining a small group of barely-21 City College guys. Loud crappy music rendering conversation impossible. Overpierced bartender/co-owner who claims he's "bringing the Hive up to speed with the times." Some crappy rye beer. No crappy food. I am officially ready to leave San Diego.
