Ali Baba Hookah Lounge

If I could give this place negative stars, I would.
My date and I got there on a Saturday night, excited to enjoy a 4.5-star hookah lounge. I was envisioning a lounge similar to hookah lounges in Vegas and San Diego– soft lighting, melodic and slightly new-​Agey music, cushy retro couches, private rooms offset from the main floor, etc. What we found when we ventured into the «lounge» (conveniently located next to Fallbrook’s foremost drinking establishment, The Saloon, proffering both cocktails and beer, reminding me of the famous Blues Brothers line from the country bar «We got both kinds [of music]; country AND western!», above the local Fallbrook chapter of Alcoholics Anonymous) was apparently half of a double-​wide trailer. That’s what it looked like, at least. Or the work trailer of a construction foreman. It was garishly lit by overhead fluorescent lights, and we were greeted by the apparent hookah barnacle seen in Southern California living rooms– someone who doesn’t work there or live there but spends enough time there they should be paying rent.
After awkwardly standing around waiting for the owner (head of the double-​wide household?), my date found him in the other half of the double-​wide, the smoke shop. We got a hold of the individual, he started getting our hookah ready, and we occupied the last open faux leather couch (probably in need of a good Lysol’ing) and waited. And waited. About 10 – 15 minutes later, after engaging in a small amount of unpleasant conversation with the barnacle, our hookah showed up. Admittedly, the hookah was pretty good quality. That’s where the line was drawn in the sand, however.
We smoked for a few seconds next to the other residents of the «lounge» (living room?) who seemed intent on smoking as much hookah and eating as much take out from various containers (lending an additional air of ‘eau du someone’s house’ to the vibe of the lounge) while furiously trying to ignore each other as much as possible. Just as the deafening silence of the trailer got the best of me, and I whipped out my phone about to YouTube Spottieottiedopalicious (the best smoking song ever made), our ears were assaulted by blaring dubstep from the turntables of the lounge owner/​apparent amateur DJ. After feeling our teeth begin to chatter, and fearing for my fillings, we ran from the lounge as quickly as possible, the robotic strains of dubstep chasing us out the door and onto the street. It was pervasive. The dubstep was almost absorbed into the fabric of our clothes, much like the smell of the hookah we barely had time to smoke.
While I realize that this review may sound pretentious and finger-​waggy, I feel that its important to caution people who’ve ever been ANYWHERE and smoked hookah about what they are getting into. Proceed with caution, unless you really enjoy smoking at a distant friend’s house and sitting on a couch that may or may not be a home to wayward Cheetos and semen.

Nice little place with good hookah and a fun atmosphere. The guy who runs it is funny and really nice. Definitely recommend this place. There’s also a pool table you can play while you hang out.

This place is great! Just moved to the area and was about to drive all the way up to OC when I came across it. The owners are friendly, the hookah was good quality, prices were not only right on par, but since they are the only «Gin Joint» in town beyond reasonable because they are not trying to take advantage of that. I went with the intention of staying for only an hour and ended up staying until closing time because it was just that nice. If you are in the area and want hookah, this is the place to go!

i love this place!!! the atmosphere there is awsome cant wait to go backk=]

Finally someone opened a hookah lounge in Fallbrook and it’s a great one too. I went there with couple of friends last Friday and we really enjoyed our time. Service is friendly and the prices are reasonable. What else can you ask for?