Like any other average San Diego couple, we were growing a bit tired of double features at the drive-in and watered-down drinks at Swinger clubs, so one recent weekend we took each other to romantic Los Angeles, for Crabby Appleton’s opening and the watered-down drinks at the Whiskey-a-Go-Go. The trip was jammed with contrasts, for while there’s probably no town so tacky in its insensitivity as L.A., and no dive where the patrons work so hard at having a miserable time as the Whiskey, Crabby rose above the smog of ennwi-posturings to glow both with the spirit of kids “Looking for Love” in Southern California and untrammeled American rock ‘n’ roll.