Two things every city needs: a convention centre and an adjacent honky tonk gaslight quarter to provide instant fun and escape for the convention goers.
Conventions have 3 components: learning (10%), meeting your buddies (50T%) and going out to have fun with your buddies the last 40%. So without the fake Irish pubs and the fabricated 1870s facades on endless bars, craft shops, pizza pits and world's greatest sea food rip offs, you're just not gonna attract conventions.
The sanctimonious puffery of folks making the case for the dependents of their industry on the next convention is as anyone who's fabricated the arguments, a complete and hideous lie.
But, a Gaslamp quarter like San Diego's is a total truth and in the sleazy world of convention promotion, hits most of the really high spots.
Gaslamp quarter combines the history of old San Diego from railway and tuna fishing greatness to the current hosting of the US Navy. The high ethical standards and divine morality of the silver miners, the tuna fishermen, the whalers and latterly, the American navy have ensured that gaslight quarter in San Diego maintains a church like sobriety that is the basis of all effective tourism.
This is the Mayor of Wopo-Scamville in with Idaho or Arkansas (he wasn't clear) doing an informercial for either the navy, the convention bureau or the Republican pro-immigration show.
Nestled in this typhoon of wackiness is a truly outstanding restaurant (no fooling), Cafe Sevilla. The best thing is you can eat al fresco and watch the district unfolds from a fairly protected venue.
Secondly, the food makes it all worthwhile. We had a sampling of a range of hot and cold tapas that would have us back for a second meal, it was of such quality. The wait staff are knowledgeable and helpful without being intrusive. The range of craft beers, good wine and solid sea food make this gem a stand out in a general backyard of formula convention dominated drinking spots.