Negative ... not quite. Pearl, Hickam, Barber's Point, MCRD, North Island, Miramar, Alameda ... just to name a few that were smack dab in the middle of a LOT to do .... used to be OUTSTANDING O' Clubs.
Back in the day, there were absolutely no better places to be as a young and virile JO in "America's Finest City" despite its many inviting distractions, than the:
(1.) Marine Corps Recruit Depot Officers' Club on both Thursday and Friday nights;
(2.) NAS Miramar's infamous JO's WOXOF Room on those spectacular and unbelievable Wednesdays, and amazingly lush and active Fridays, and;
(3.). . . if anyone was still standing, the semi-beach party with live band every Sunday night at the NAS North Island JO officer's club called "Downwinds." (And maybe "Mex-Pac" in downtown Coronado, a little later for some late Sunday night enchiladas, she said.)
The other clubs A4's mentioned were equally, shall we say, vibrant in their day.
The main reason the San Diego Officer clubs were the best places to be anywhere in town (or world) was because the best looking, intelligent, and whatever else superlative women in San Diego flocked to those clubs. The F to M ratios were usually better than 1:1, and the quality was extraordinary (especially as always, the longer you stayed – the quality amazingly went beyond belief!
). Of course those were the days when any young civilian female could pass any security gate by herself without car sticker or personal ID by saying, "I'm going to the O'Club, give me a pass, please." (Civilian guys couldn't) And San Diego's best females of the time did! … at the WOXOF, the Downwinds, and the 'Crud". (It all does a-bring's a real tear to my eye.)
So sadly, times have now changed. The old kaleidoscope of fun times has been severely curtailed. Granted, there may have been a few excesses needing tweaking. But our wonderful baby was thrown out with the dirty bath water in the '90's and the Tailhook reunion backlash. And our proud fraternity has never quite recovered. Subsequently, the terrorists are responsible for much of the change. But our own organization must also bear some responsibility.
It was the greatest thing in the world. Fly and train in multi-million dollar, cutting edge aircraft during the day, then walk into the WOXOF room after a tough day at the office, only to be surrounded by, and even outnumbered by admiring San Diego's finest (and I don't mean police), play hard-to-get for a couple of hours, then "pogo" to the M-CRUD for some serious later reconnaissance. (Man, it's enough to give this old guy a coronary just thinking about it!)
The war of du jour may have been controversial if not even unpopular by that time. But there was no more enviable person to be at the time, than being a young, Navy or Marine pilot, positioned at the appropriate time in a San Diego area Officer's Club. It was heaven.