Review: Baja Beach Club Reopens After 14 Years; No Hipsters Allowed
Back inside at a corner bar, the first body shot of the night was spotted. A middle-aged blond was busy with a face full of creamed-up booze, mopping it off of a tatted-up dude's chest. He blew his whistle, and onlookers cheered. My friend still didn't jump at the suggestion of getting into that sort of activity just yet. The party was warming up, but it wasn't nearly as rowdy as those nights back in the '90s.
The DJ played "Cotton Eye Joe," and the dancing crew was back on. It was time to leave. As we walked through the entryway, a Pamela Anderson lookalike serving drinks inside a speed boat waved us along, smiling.
It was past midnight, and the line was still long with clubbers ready to get their game on. Would the place get crazy as the night goes on? Certainly.
A couple of dudes on motorcycles in the parking lot looked bored and were about to leave. We had one question we thought Mr. Motorcycle Man would know. "Have you ever been to the old Baja? Wasn't it a bit crazier than tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah, it was tame tonight," he said. And then he summed it all up, "It's Boca, not Fort Liquordale."