Like Blue 32, Sangria always, always, always has a line of folks just dying to get in. The bouncers know it and they act like the Godfather doling out favors or something: "Now you come to me and you say, 'let me in, Sangria.' But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather." Puh-lease. We both you know you aren't at capacity yet. Just take the $5 already!

Okay, maybe "surly" isn't the right word for the bouncers at this club, which frankly is just like Blue 32 but with less 'tude. Maybe, "stiff" is the right word. These guys are just too professional, standing in front of the velvet ropes all serious like they're secret service goons protecting the president or something. Relax guys! You ain't protecting Fort Knox! You ain't even protecting Fort Dix! You guys are selling mojitos and southwestern wraps, for goodness sake.

Situated in Manhattan Beach, well off the beaten party path of Hermosa's Pier Ave., Beaches isn't exactly party-central. I mean, the place has a great view of the beach but so does the dude who sells Skechers down the street. What Beaches does have are bouncers who feel like they're doing you a favor by relieving you of an always-too-high cover charge, which merely allows you to go inside and spend yet more money. And what's the cover charge for anyway? Oh yes, the DJ. Well, why don't you just take the money you're wasting on the tax-collectors at the door, pay the DJ directly and save us all a lot of hassle?

Okay Dragon's bouncers aren't really that surly. But you definitely get the feeling that you couldn't trust them for five minutes with your girlfriend. Or like, your mom...