It’s doubtful that any “name” acts could play at the Crossroads, for the place surely holds no more than 50 people, and that many only if crammed snugly together. Although San Diego has no jazz club on the order of New York’s Village Vanguard or San Francisco’s Keystone Corner, theCrossroads, a compact black jazz bar on Third and Market, downtown, is probably our closest equivalent. Latino bars for Chicanos, folk and country saloons for would-be down-homers, and disco palaces for gays and any other brand of dedicated dancer.Ĭrossroads. There are a few jazz clubs for relatively serious music-listeners, raunchy hard-rock dives for bikers who want to boogie, No-Jeans-Allowed fashion bars for pressed and coiffured scene-makers. There are almost 100 entertainment clubs listed in the Readers weekly “MusicScene,”and although “entertainment” is a bit too imposing a title for most of the acts I’ve heard, a scan indicates that the “something for everyone” maxim is in order. Those who attempt to make their way through the different hot-spots around town are likely to feel, besides drunk or depleted, that they have run the gamut of the area’s “hip” strata. Serious bar-hopping in San Diego is an experience akin to reading a Raymond Chandler detective novel.