The Bamboo Grove is a relatively short drive away, even in the pouring rain.  It's still closed this early in the day, but perhaps someone might still be around taking care of other business...depending on where and how one searches.<br/><br/>Chinatown, that ominous and mysterious collection of lower income housing, questionable warehouses, and inscrutable businesses that remain forbidden territory to any<em>gwailo</em>is only two, three blocks away.  Not that there is any official border, no line which clearly demarcates Western Civilization from Eastern Mystery...but that very ambiguity is part and parcel of the club's mystique.  It lies close enough to Chinatown to be 'risky' in the eyes of many whites, but far enough away to be 'safe'.<br/><br/>This alone may explain Miss Maggie's preference.  How else to annoy an overbearing father than by seeking bad boys in a place like this?