The Kin Kle Bar is not the type of place that would be normally recommended by the average site monger. In fact, I'm not recommending it at all, but in an age of equal opportunity and fairness, I feel the proprietors of the establishment should be afforded adequate coverage and a fair review from the average site monger who's a frequent visitor to the Zona.( With emphasis on the word, "Average!")

The Kin Kle Bar is located on the west side of Ninos Heroes. It is between Coahuila and the little alley, Coahuila 1er. Cjon. You can find this place between a bar called El Resbalon, which is to the left, and a little general convenience store called, "Abts. Miscelania" which is on the right side of the bar.

Now, before I go on, I'm all for an open mind and I always go by the age old adages that I often abide by: to each his own, if the shoe fits..., whatever makes your boat float, etc. But in this case, to branch out in different unsual sexual explorations by visiting the Kin Kle Bar, I would have to honestly say you've been savoring too many Corona's or Tecate's in the Zona to want to go and hang out in here! This is a place where if you find yourself looking for additional kinky sexual pleasures, then the AB and CC have quite possibly ran their course in providing your sexual fantasies.

On this particular evening, I was going from bar to bar when I saw what appeared to be three women outside the Kin Kle Bar smiling at me and enticing me over to come on in. Upon careful approach, I was within a few feet of one of these "girls" and noticed they all had on just a little bit too much make-up than the average girl. One even had that "five-o-clock shadow." I smiled and aknowledged their invitations and thought to myself, sure, why not? So I thought I'd take a peek inside. I stepped up onto the large concrete slab and opened the maroon drapes. As I entered, the place was filled with about fifty or sixty people, quite crowded for a small bar. Lots of very ugly women. Most were highly intoxicated. Some were screaming and yelling to the sounds of the music which was unbearably loud. The noise from the Jukebox was even distorted. As I stood at the entrance, everyone turned around and stared at me. Even the bartender stopped what he was doing and watched me for a minute. A very ugly woman approached and said, "Hi honee, wanna buy me a dreenk?" When she said this, her hand was reaching for my crotch area. I raised my hand in politeness and said, "No thanks, not right now."

I proceeded to move over to the bar and ordered a beer, where I could monitor the inside of the establishment from a secure location. There were about seven women seated or standing at the bar. Two of them were American tourists with their arms around these girls. These guys were in their mid-40's-early 50's, quite possibly lost tourists who didn't have a clue as to what's up. Everyone at the bar kept looking at me, all constantly glancing over as if to wonder if I was some type of vice cop or something. The air was filled with smoke and stale beer. It had an atmosphere of suspicion from everyone around me.

As I casually turned around, all patrons who were seated kept glancing over at me. As I made eye contact with all the females, they each gave me a smile and patted the empty seat beside them as if to say, "Come join me." The posters on the walls were plasterd with Marylin Monroe, James Dean and beautiful models in bikini's advertising various Mexican beers. Wooden chairs were scattered everywhere as if I had just walked in on the remains of a bar fight.

A woman stood up from the back, walked over to me and asked me something. I could barely hear her because of the volume of music which is always deafening in these places. She bent forward to whisper in my ear and said, "Djew want to go to de rrrooom for nice time?" As she said this her right hand seemed to be wandering over to my back pocket area. Fortunately for me, as a regular advice taker from fellow mongers, I've learned to keep my wallet in my front pocket. I gently grasped her wrist as if to let her know exactly what she was up to. She pulled way abrubtly and smiled with embarrassment as if she was a kid who had just been caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

She kept pestering me with questions about wanting to buy her a drink or have sex. It didn't take much to figure out that this little annoying girl was no more a female than any monger reading this site. This was a man. Yes, a transvestite. A drag queen. In fact, the three "women" outside who were trying to lure potential customers inside all had one thing in common with all the girls inside-they were all dudes! The whole whole place was full of drag queens.

I asked this annoying drag queen to please leave me alone. She finally did and when she walked away, another draq queen took her place and walked over to me in an attempt to engage me in conversation. I could smell a con game. Pickpockets were everywhere. I again raised my hand as if to say, no thanks. I knew I didn't belong here. This was, after all, just a place to have one qick beer and split, if that! But I couldn't even complete the mission. I didn't even finish my beer. I was in the wrong place and was fully aware these transvestites are nothing more than petty criminals and con artists who make every attempt to pick your pocket. They prey on unsuspecting "Johns" who aren't fully aware that the girl in the dress probably has a bigger penis than the guy they're trying to pick up.

What the fuck was I doing here anyway? I was just curious as to how sleazy a place can be.
(And yes gentlemen, it goes without saying I am indeed 100% heterosexual!) I think I'd better stick to the "normal" places in the Zona. Visiting a place of ill repute like the Kin Kle Bar just for a site report can be dangerous and highly stupid.

Yours in continued heterosexual behavior,

Master Bates.

MB,

That's a great little report. I think most of the guys here have been a little curious of what exactly IS inside that bar - myself included. I'm sure a few have even strolled in for the hell of it. I made the unfortunate mistake of walking past the front of the bar last winter and was propositioned as well. The "girl" was drunk and reached for my jacket pockets. In my haste to move away from "her" I ripped one of my pockets. I haven't fixed it so as to remind me where La Zona boundaries end for me...

Yours truly - "another heterosexual" … (prog)

This is probably the first time I've ever felt this way...

Maybe for some newbies a tour isn't a bad idea...

Now I know what will fill my nightmares tonight! George Romero, legendary director of "Night of the Living Dead" could draw inspiration from this establishment.

MB, commendable effort!

Hey MB,

Sounds like one place where you want to stand with your back in a corner.

At last someone has reported on a place in the zona that I have no desire to see the insides of.

I bet that when you were a kid you were the type to eat bugs on a dare.

Good job though, having heard the jokes about this place for the last year, it was fun to read a first hand report. Thanks

BTW did you see Redongdo in there?

Thank you for your fast replies and commendable comments gentlemen. I kind-of wrote this report in a hurry and as a footnote I forgot to add something which I feel might be of considerable importance. One thing I do take heed to, are all the warning tips from fellow site mongers who advise of scams and crime reports in the Zona.

I forgot to mention, there are times, usually real late at night when I'm leaving the AB to check out the little SG's around the back in the alley, I sometimes walk westbound and then turn left onto Coahuila, keeping to the eastside of the street, where the Kin Kle Bar is across the street from where I'm walking. When I'm alone, I always happen to see two or three of these transvestites who usually seem to hang around outside and will whistle or yell from across the street in a effort to get you to come over to them. They always seem to have an extra "lookout" posted at the southwest corner of Coahuila and Ninos Heroes who sometimes warns of approaching "Johns" with a quick short whistle.

One Friday evening, about four months ago, I was leaving the AB, walking past the Kin Kle Bar only to hear one of these "girls" whistle over at me. I ignored her and within seconds heard the sound of women's heels walking quickly in my direction. I turned around and saw two of the ugliest drag queens coming toward me from across the street. But these men weren't just ugly, they were muscular. Not quite the feminine appeal at all. If I was about to be attacked, this was one fight I knew I wasn't going to win. I was clearly outnumbered here and I know their escape route would be to disappear quickly somewhere inside the Kin Kle Bar where even the Tijuanna police aren't macho enough to go! It looked as though one of them seemed to be reaching into a purse, for presumably a weapon or something. I didn't hesitate long enough to find out what she (it) was about to pull out. I quickly picked up the pace and ran around the corner to the waiting SG's. They seemed to stop at the corner, retreated and just walked back to the bar. I know these transvestites wouldn't follow me around to that little side street. For one thing, too many people, too many witnesses. Another thing is, they know they wouldn't be welcome outside their territory where the competition are real women! I truly believe I was almost the victim of a crime that night. These dudes stand outside that bar every night and see everything. They wait for the appropriate bait-that being the lonesome drunken tourist who's wandering around from bar to bar. Although I did have a few beers that night, I wasn't drunk. I was aware of my surroundings and was fully aware of the fact that I was being followed.

This is why I advocate safety in numbers. If I were to meet some fellow site mongers I would encourage us all to arrange for certain days to do a Zona tour together. I am a frequent visitor to the Zona and drive all the way down from L.A. It is for this reason I am no stranger to the lifestyle of a transvestite. I see it all the time where I live. I hear all about the crime reports with these people. Now, I'm certainly not "casting stones" here gentlemen, like I said, to each his own, but these drag queens for the most part are emotionally scarred. They feel pain for the confused lifestyle they lead and want the world to share their pain, even at the risk of hurting or killing an unsuspecting innocent "John." You see this all the time where I live. You hear about street robberies where the suspect was seen wearing women's clothing. Now I'm not saying they're all like that, but one is always left to wonder, how far will a guy go to explore different avenues of kinky sex? I feel bad for the dumb unsuspecting tourist who goes in there hoping to get laid by what he thinks is a regular hooker, only to discover later in a hotel room somewhere, the "girl" he picked up earlier at the Kin Kle Bar is more manly than he is!

Regards,

Master Bates.

(LOL) Sure did, Billfromreading. Didn't I tell you? Redongdo was the bartender at the Kin Kle Bar! BTW. Great six-day report to the Zona. I still pull it up and read it sometimes.

MB... that's taking one for the team in a way few have! I highly commend your efforts to add to our database of knowledge by venturing into such a hideous locale. (although Erip is right, the imagery is nightmare-inspiring) Now, all we need to do is find someone willing to tell the tale of taking Titzilla to town.

Hopefully, your story will save some lucky guy from venturing into that place and regretting it in the end.

It seems appropriate to recycle this little piece of doggerel, which I posted in another Discus thread a while back:

There's a bar in TJ called the Kinkle
Where the "women" all stand up to tinkle.
If you go there, beware
You will get quite a scare
And your date might resemble Bullwinkle!

Hey a guy has to make a living somehow.

Good point MB, just because these guys are TV's doesn't mean they can't take care of themselves. I remember seeing a guy in San Francisco whose face looked like hamburger after his attempt at bashing a gay resulted in a close encounter with a straight razor.

The ones in San Francisco get attacked all the time, high school punks thinking they're tough and various other assailents. In fact back in the 80's or something there were wandering gay versions of the Guardian Angels patroling the various gay areas.

Plus you have the REALLY weird ones...who not only like to inflict pain but receive it as well. These freaks love it when they get attacked and are more than happy to return the love. This is evident in TJ, ever notice when you have to push one away they actually start smiling?

If you are wandering along that section of Ninos Heroes and get hassled just push them out of the way or yell at them before they get too close. They won't follow you to the Alley or Coahuila, they'll just wait for the next victim to enter their kill zone.

MB, you said there were 50-60 of them in there? Yow! Having never ventured inside I never thought there would be that many. All you need to do is antagonize them to the point where they all come streaming out of there....! Hear that one Amigo in particular, you almost got 50 of them pissed off! They would have dragged us in there and who knows what would have happened! Good thing I hustled us away from there pronto!

Hey Farsider,

Love your poetry. LOL

Talking about Titzilla, I can't place her but I hope it's not the shark that accosted me on my first trip to Adelitas. Unsuspecting newbie that I was (and horny) she latched on to me and wouldn't let go, and she purposely positioned herself between me and a view of the rest of the room so I wouldn't see any of the other women there. The only way to get rid of her was to actually have a session with her (did I mention I was very horny)? $35 for an around the world trip. (Did I mention I was verrry horny)? Anyway she ended up hooking my watch (which I later recovered) and never ceased trying for a second session all the other times I entered the bar (both on that trip and the 2nd one).

Off topic, but everytime I hear the name "Titzilla" I hope I haven't unknowingly been a Titzilla ground breaker.

By the way, I was verrry horny that day, and it was dark, and she nearly smothered me and well, I was very horny.

I often make the circuit ,west on couahila, up the hill to the alley down the alley to 123 and back down to adelitas. I occasinaly take up some barkers invitation to pasale, but long ago learned not to venture out of my little circuit. A few months ago as i approached the corner opposite kinkle bar and saw a fat american kid early 20s in an embrace with a somewhat passable princesa (i said passable not attractive). I watch this union from say 20 feet for a few moments and i see the hand reaching into the back pocket. I yell out shes stealing your wallet, he jumps back in time to save his wallet and says " hey thanks man" I reply "you know thats a man your kissing" to which he replies with utter distaste. Meanwhile the joto is still hanging around apperantly hoping to redeem her/his self with this kid who was apperantly a good kisser. I tell her in spanish "el no sabe, tu no es mujer VA"
she figures the game is up and retreats. The kid can't thank me enough and i take him to adelitas and the next beer is on him. Funny the way he keeps wiping his lips with his hand though.

As far as being attacked in that hole in the wall, I think it's doubtful, from what i've been told the policia have little patience with the place and a gringo being attacked would elicit at minimum some head cracking and the place being shut down for the night.

More depravity - -
I think the anthropologist / sociologist part of me took over some time ago last year so I spent a few nights at the Kin Kle. What can I say? I like La Hacienda and Amor Latina. Maybe I just needed my fair share of abuse.
There was some ugly as dog shit TV with purple lipstick and a name that I could never get right that was truly amusing.
No . . . this story is not going where you think it is. No follamos. I just wanted to see what happens in a really skank place.
The place could not hold 50 people. There are maybe 6 to 12 ITs that are in a constant tangle because they all messed up their bodies and faces with cheap surgery and have to spend their time looking at other ugly ITs. They are neither men nor women, just in limbo. And they hate each other. It is kind of like watching that old Jackie Gleason show "The Honeymooners" There is a lot of yelling and the place does look like a brawl just broke out. But no real violence takes place. A little hair pulling and what not.
What can I tell you from hanging out there for about eight hours? For starters, you will not get robbed inside the bar. The beer was cheap. You will meet some truly messed up ITs. They cannot dance well. As far as sex goes -- you need someone more adventuresome than I am. This must be where you retire when Bambi will no longer have you.
MB- you are right on regarding the street in front of Kinkle. I was approached by an obvious IT that stole my decoy wallet. I carry a wallet in my back pocket with a duplicate driver's license and nothing else. This IT approached me and in the scuffle of pushing IT away IT got my wallet. I still cannot believe how fast IT was. I thought I had controlled both arms yet I lost my frigging wallet. Never let anyone get close to you on the street no matter how much you think you can controll the situation. I was actually laughing at how inept this theif was until I discovered my loss.

El Codo:

You deserve some credit: setting-up for 8 hrs at Kinkle...I'd feel pretty proud of myself if I could just put in 15 minutes like MasterBates...

So, how much action do the "ITs" get in the form of fichas and dollar-a-dances?...Or, is there a floor show and the "ITs" make their money from tips?...

YoungBrig

I wonder if their is a waiting list to be a mesero in this place.
they must get free blowjobs from the gurls.
Damm I am getting all horny I am applying tonight for a job.

milky

My only non-sexual physical encounter in TJ occurred after I was surrounded by a couple of denizens of Kin Kle as I was walking a few feet past the bar. I warned them off in English, Spanish and Yiddish...they disregarded the warning. Yes they were strong. No I'm not a street fighter. But I had one distinct advantage...I wasn't wearing 6 inch pumps. It didn't end well for the first of the two to try and touch me. The other backed off laughing at his amigo's misfortune.

One scholarly analysis I read asserted that male homosexuality is so verboten in macho Mexico, that men drawn to dick frequently express their urges only by commercial encounters with cross dressers and post operative transsexuals. Serves both their personal denial and as societal cover. Many of these putos are living on the outer edge of desparation, and I'm bleeding heart enough to have some empathy for them - without defending the petty theft that they seem almost universally to adopt when they can't turn the trick.

I'm waiting for an in-depth Daytimer audio interview from the heart of Kin Kle Kountry!

This thread is great reading. Thanks MB for starting it and others for contributing to it. My one and only trip to TJ included an attempted pickpocketing by two of these "ladies". Thankfully, Mr.G was there to save my ass. We even have a few of these "ladies" in Nogales (not sure if they're pickpockets, too...). The six pounds of makeup and slightly-less-than-feminine features can usually be spotted from (at least) across the street.

MrBillO^™- ~ Your hapless lapdance reporter... ~

You're welcome, Mr. Bill. I do plan on going back in there soon. No, not because I'm "going over to the other side of the fence," but because I plan to stay a little lomger and take better notes of the establishment.

When I do go in there again, it won't be alone. I'll probably bring "Titzilla" from the AB with me for added security and protection!

Master B.

God, I'm in trouble ! I severely near-sighted !

The hawker on the corner that usually touts Tropical was raving about kinkle tonight. He thinks the guys are "very pretty" (actual quote). Sounds like it's his favorite place. (Not the one who calls everyone "Big Man").

I get a kick out of the "hawkers" and how they change their loyality like dirty shirts. I have never heard anyone hawk Kinkle before. That has got to make you laugh.

I thought the guy saying "Big Man" was just calling me fat !

I thought that too until I noticed he called everyone that regardless of size.

Interesting thread. I must say that even though I like tv's, I was absolutely horrified at the quality of "women" here. I was disgusted walking within 20 yards of this establishment. There are some exciting ones on Rev(Sans Souci, Bambis), but this place kin kle's is frightening. What could possibly be the attraction?
The horror
The horror

MB-
Like I said earlier, you do not need a bodyguard once inside the place. I doubt that there is much criminal activity inside the bar. The good part about it is that you will NOT be fooled into thinking that these are women.
I must confess that the choice in music was pretty good with a lot of Shakira, some Grupo Limite, but the lighting is horrible. It makes all the TVs look like ugly men! At least Unicorno keeps the lights low.

YoungBrig-
There is no floor show since there is no stage. It is not a ficha bar like La Carreta (my worst Zona experience).

However. . . Imagine Norman Lear writing a sit-com about TVs who were ugly from the get-go and made it worse with surgery... Now for giggles imagine that you as a handsome (money in wallet), but slightly stupid American male walked in thinking that these are really beautiful women, but you are so bedazzled by the prime choices in front of you that you simply cannot decide where to park your dick. The stupid American buys non-ficha drinks for one and then another and sees the ITs basically go bezerk on one another.
That is the floor show. And that is why the place with its white tile floors, stupid posters and all looks like a brawl just ended.

StayawayJoe's comments made me laugh. What is the attraction of the place? Has anyone ever walked around a Pick-a-Part car junk yard just to look at smashed up cars? Have you ever come across a horrible accident scene and gawked? Welcome to Kinkle where your date stands to tinkle...

I have found that the best approach when one of the Kinkle crew gets near me is to raise my arm into position for a punch or forearm and look serious. This usually stops them in their tracks. Only twice have I had to actually follow through, both times just giving them a hard forearm to the chest. A second blow was never necessary. If you are not paying attention and they actually make contact with you, IMMEDIATELY push them away HARD, then raise your fist; like El Codo said, they are fast.

El Codo wrote:

"Welcome to Kinkle where your date stands to tinkle..."

Hey! That's copyrighted! Seriously... that's a good slogan. Tell you what. We'll split the royalties.

Another good one might be... "Is that a wallet in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"

My only brush with the horror of KinKle occurred last spring, on (I believe) the second evening I ever spent in the Zona. I walked out of AB, and hailed a cab for the border. A local guy asked if he could share the ride, and I agreed. Turns out he lived several blocks west of the Zona, so the cabbie headed that way to drop him off first. It was obvious that the cabbie and the other passenger were acquaintances, and they started an animated conversation in Spanish, which I couldn't understand.

Well, he got to the next intersection and pulled over briefly. The Kinkle Bar was in full view, and luckily, I had seen posts about it beforehand, so I had an inkling as to the little "quirks" of this particular establishment. There were a few KinKleKrats out in front of the bar, and let me tell you, they were some of the most frightening creatures imaginable. The cabbie and the passenger started gawking and laughing. Well, I couldn't tell if they were laughing in ridicule... or giggling in admiration. I started to get nervous, but to my immense relief, the cabbie didn't stay there long. He dropped the other guy off at his place, then took me to the border without further detours. Three bucks for a cab ride, albeit a strange one.

It turned out to be uneventful, but ever since then, I've vowed that I'll never share a cab ride in TJ unless it's with someone I know.

From reading this thread, this place sounds even worse than I thought. Could Kinkle be TJ's version of Hell?

I can't believe there is actually a thread about this fucking bar. Dammit, now we can't tell all the newbies asking about anal to go there.

what3ever

you are right , damm
i loved telling newbies to go over there for chicas that will do anything.

oh well
milky

Think about it like this, if you didn't know me and most of you don't, what would you do if I tried to molest you by grabbing at your crotch and trying to steal your wallet? I'd get dealt with right? If some guy who looked like a guy tried to do that to me he'd get beaten down. These people who work at Kinkle are guys - deal with them. They are no better than the choke hold muggers they just use their looks to keep you off guard instead of a choke hold. We are so trained that we don't hit women they think because they almost look like women that we won't hit them. THEY ARE NOT WOMEN THEY ARE MEN. What would you do if Willy the AB waiter tried to pull that shit? Punch him in the face - he'd get dealt with. Deal with these guys the same way. If a man steps to you like that, he gets dealt with like a man.

So one last question, if a Kinkle TV jumps on your back would you beat him off?

beat him off - no that sick !!!

I would punch him in the throat though !!!
Those are some pretty big guys that work there and i am sure most can take a blow to the head - no pun intended , so I would take a wack at his throat.

But to beat him off is gross.

A T$$ kind of response
Milkman

I wonder does this bar water down their drinks the way the Las Chavelas does?

Master Bates.

So, *that* is the Kinkle Bar! I thought it was Adelitas, you could knock me over with a feather.

If the photographer had any balls, he's go and take a photo of the interior of this hell hole! (LOL)

Master Bates.

One thing you won't see on the photograph on the top of this thread, is a huge white banner advertising 2x1 beers, Bohemia and Carta Blanca. I've already posted this info. on the main discuss thread, but thought I'd post it again and put it in it's proper place.

Master Bates.

Oh my god. Superman! What have you done to yourself?! I realize that you lost a lot of money when Yankees lost, but did ya have to go post op?

...actually, maybe it was an improvement over your pre-op situation:

Dogster is obviously obsessed with me. I don't know if I should be amused or afraid.

-Superman-

Be Afraid Be very Afraid


Sam

That dump has got to be making money somehow. They've hung a new big sign outside with the bar name in big letters.

Hey, now there's an idea...why don't we have the upcoming Christmas party in here? looks like a fun place.

I was looking for the Winkle Bar. I must be in the wrong place.

Hey, now there's an idea. Why can't we hold the next ClubHombre monger fiesta in here?

Do they serve Tacate?

Actually, they had a 2x1 deal here a few months ago. Not that I would know from being a patron or anything, I just happened to see the huge plastic banner they had outside when I was walking by.

In my extreme state of intoxication on free cervezas from the hombre fiesta at La Tropa plus a few other bars after that, I was sufficiently intoxicated to think, "what the hell, I always wondered what it is like inside that place" so in I went. Obviously I know what the place is and that certainly no my thing but I was beset by morbid curiosity. Beer was 2 x $2. I got mine at the bar then moved to a table. The place wasn't very crowded. Only a few people there. 5 transvestites and a few customers. All but one of the transvestites were hideous by anyone standards. One was almost passably in my extreme state of intoxication. I was glad I met it there, where I knew not to touch, and not in a darkened club somewhere I wasn't expecting it. If it was dark enough and I was as drunk as I was I may have been fooled. Plus my eyes were blurry and crusted over from all the beer, whip cream and shaving cream I had in my face earlier. One of the hideous ones approached me to see if I required any services. I clearly stated I did not, and it went away with little hassle. Then the passable looking one approached me and was a little more persistent. But it was just being friendly. I think it liked me. In any case, I explained why I was there and that "that" was not what I'm into and it was cool with that. I even complimented that one on the fact that it was almost passable and would fool many guys. It seemed to appreciate the compliment. After that I just watched the scene and pounded down the two beers. Not a place I would want to hang out regularly but there was nothing intimidating about the place and no one tried to pull anything on me. So that was my drunken visit to the Kin Kle Bar.

Lets hear the true story. LOL

What time were you at the Fiesta? I had to bug out at 10:00 but I would of enjoyed meeting you. Maybe we crossed paths.

batster

Damn, this is one bar which never seems to be threatened with closure.

If I'm in TJ on Christmas day, I might just pop in here for a brew and wish the "ladies" A Merry Christmas.

I happen to drive by this place last fri. and almost got scared by the creatures hanging in the doorway. Now I've read some of these posts where you hombres say you go in here just maybe to ck it out and have a beer or two. I just wanna say you are very brave people and keep up the good work in reporting which places to go into and what places to stay out of. thanks

I'm still waiting for some intrepid soul to post a "chica" report.

I'd love to see a chica report by the infamous Kendricks on this place!

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