One misty night I walked through the drizzling precipitation that is golden gate park in November. When I emerged, not sure of my surroundings, other than a vague idea of the 71 route and where my friends lived on Ocean Beach, there I first viewed the oasis.
The Irish Coffee sign implored me to venture inside. I had 8 minutes for the bus anyway. That's where it all began - 1 Irish coffee (best in town) becoming three, and amazing conversation with the regulars.
You get a good mix of people here - I feel like I'm in a bar in Cambridge, MA. Perhaps the average IQ makes this analogy correct when viewing the typical patrons of nearby Yancy's Saloon and Blackthorne.
See you there!