- We found rock star parking, quickstyle at this bar.
- Cute bike messenger guys.
- Informal as all hell.
- No yuppies.
- $2.50 Pabst.
- Bartenders with delicious attitude.
- Kickass jukebox.
- Clean bathrooms (at least, during happy hour).
- Tamale Lady.
- The "BBQ-at-a-friend's-backyard" atmosphere.
- $2.50 Pabst.
- The woman passing out beads with fuschia hair.
- All the interesting crap they have on the walls, especially the "Wet Pain" sign behind the bar.
- Hanging bike rack in the back.
- Live mariachi.
- That girl who gave me a free cigarette, even if I told her I'd give her a quarter for it.
To quote Drew @ Scamboogah/SFist: Liver ... out!
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I'm glad I dragged you out. :)
I wonder if a guy could get a Pabst there....
god i miss that bar. As a former SF bike messenger, that was stop #2 on my weekly Friday night post-riding-like-a-muthafuckah-through-asshole-yuppies-in-traffic-for-five-days pilgrimage. *sigh*
Although, I should add that here in Philly, a Pabst at B&B's will knock you back $2... add a shot of Jim Beam and it's $3. Plus, I got my SF bike boy right here now, so it's alll goooooooood... Though I DO promise to visit and drag you there, Mags!
Oh I know, Erica - I thought of you the entire time! You were there with me in spirit, as I double-fisted and pounded the PBR.
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