Jack London Saloon

I love this place! It was built in 1905, and is full of memorabilia related to a famous San Franciscan writer and American adventurer,
Jack London, he Loved to drink, eat and travel. His ghost
Lives on as you enter the Saloon.
Love the patio, casual dining, laid back atmosphere.
Locals, vintners, growers, world travelers and characters from all over
Stop in to have a bite and a cocktail.
You're never lonely and it feels safe to unwind and get away from the grind.!
Free popcorn, lunch or early dinners, and a place singles, families, young, hip, biker, gays, straight, mature middle/early aged, and couples feel at home. People of all races and ethnics arrive from all over. I've heard that many engaged, married, honeymooning or party guests go there, regularly, some yearly, and others, remember past vacation visits and return decades later. Kind of like a homecoming.

Def not for the pretentious, uppity, snobbish or haters types!

We stopped in here the night before my brother in law's wedding, WOW...
Erin went out of her way to be incredibly rude to every single customer! I was so uncomfortable at the bar after hearing the way she was talking to my father in law and my husband, we decided to leave. I bartended for years and NEVER in my personal life or bartending have I EVER spoken to customers like she did!
Bar is cute, drinks are cheap, but Erin ruined it for us...not worth it! Go to the next town, avoid this bar like the plague if that bartender is working.....

Two blondes walk into a bar... An Awful awful place! Walked from our charming hotel and stumbled upon the Jack London Saloon. My good friend and I thought the place looked quaint so we crossed the street to check it out. That's where the niceties end! We were "greeted" at the door by a lovely older man (insert sarcasm here) who was hammered at 4pm on Thursday afternoon. He stopped us at the front door with a "Hey! We're all taking bets as to why two blondes would walk in the middle if the street!" Well, being blonde, I'm no genius but when crossing a street at a crosswalk you're bound to make it to the middle of said street before making it to the other side.
Once inside the bartender was awful! Dirty looks and holier than thou attitude. We knew it was time to go when the local drunkard came back to (LOUDLY) ask us if we had heard the one about the blonde who...
Needless to say we will NEVER again patronize that locals only watering hole!!!
Giving  a star because the building was cute... From the outside!