Fisherman’s Wharf just got classier with this saloon-slash-lounge. Yes, we said Fisherman’s Wharf.
Fisherman’s Wharf just got classier with this saloon-slash-lounge. Yes, we said Fisherman’s Wharf.
Unlike most of the hoity-toity spots along the waterfront, Hi Dive is a straight-up bar for guys’ guys and the girls who love them. Cheap brews (especially at happy hour), passable bar food, sweet views, and a rowdy crowd always make for a good time.
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Lounge, art gallery, club: Madrone is all three rolled into one. More subdued groups chill at couches in the front, while live DJs (and specialty vodka drinks) heat up the action on the dance floor.
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Sexy Eve Lounge opens tonight in SoMa, with black leather banquettes and paintings of pinups.
If you like cocktails (like super-strong margs in pint glasses) served with a side of kitsch, Latin American Club is your jam. Hanging pinatas and a soft red glow envelop the lively, bustling crowd that gathers here.
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This bustling Vietnamese restaurant located in the Ferry Building serves some of the best food in San Francisco. Reservations are tough, but you can always hover at the bar where it’s first come, first served. Only a crazy person would miss the Shaking Beef.
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Step into Bourbon & Branch’s smaller, more casual sibling in this swanky saloon for a throwback to the ’50s with punch bowls and classic cocktails. You’ll find whiskeys from Ukiah to Colorado, which you can sip standing at the bar or sitting up on the mezzanine.
Head to this contemporary tavern (housed in an old printing press) anytime of day for delicious New American fare.
San Francisco’s quintessential meat market draws banker types and busty broads (read: cougars) in tight frocks. They pack the bar most nights, sipping on classic cocktails and chardonnay whilst checking each other out. Oh, there’s food, too, including a raved-about burger.
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