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I'll say it: God's Wating Room, the Glass Coffin
Still, it's an important place. Historical, great bartenders, venerable crowd. The mezzanine is also a great place to bring a date you want to talk to. Where better to pass an unproductive Sunday afternoon than the big plate glass window looking out into Muni and an oversize Diesel outlet?
Been here once, but love it
This is where I learned to be gay. Featuring a large fish tank, which somehow will be with me when I die. this is an honest neighborhood bar in the very dishonest neighborhood of the Castro. Drinks are competent and the crowd is non-threatening. A pool table makes for easy lingering.
Tales of the City had to be edited because of this
Where else can you party it up with a parking ticket's throw of the San Francisco Courthouse? The crowd is a diverse as a bacterial colony on a week-old doughnut. This is where young gay men came to grow up and grow old. Bring friends only if you're prepared to lose them.
Yes, indeed!
From the week after this place opened it had the wax monument to wasted hours and watered drinks burning brightly on the bar corner. There must be action here, and we we've never found it. It's as if the SoMa Phoenix was born, fully jaded and waiting, but there were no takers. Check out the Lone Star, which is sad but true...
OK, now we're getting serious
This is the first place in the Castro I'd take the preconceptions of gay-positive friends from Sunnyvale. Where else can you order an off-tasting Souther Comfort Sour while rubbig shoulders with a hairy man watching porno promos from Chi-Chi Larue?
A lovely meeting spot... for me to * on!
No, no, seriously, please. This is a fine establishment. This has a long history, from something before the Elephant Walk, to the Elephant walk, to something after, to a burned out hulk of a restaurant, to what it is now: a bar that serves food even the waiters are ashamed of. Come here for the outstanding view of 18th and Castro (aka Gay Mecca), not the "fresh" fish and burgers.