Peat and Glen actually had to visit this bar twice. The first they were not opened even though it was within their advertised hours. After many unanswered attempts at calling their number, the duo embarked on a rather uneventful hitchhiking trip out of the Outer … Read More →
Category Archives: Outer Sunset
Silver Spur (#88)
This is the quintessential San Francisco dive bar. Michael, the bartender, and Phil, his trusty sidekick, were endless sources of San Francisco watering-hole knowledge, giving Glen and Peat names of bartenders at other places we might hit later in the night and a history lesson … Read More →
Underdog’s Sports Bar & Grill (#87)
Underdog’s is a sports bar with a Mexican restaurant inside – it’s hard to believe this combination isn’t more popular. Despite having tacos that are descendants of Nick’s, the food at Underdog’s was slightly underwhelming (though, to be fair, neither Glen or Peat had the … Read More →
Chug Pub (#86)
Peat and Glen watched the end of game 7 of the Bulls-Celtics series here, surrounded by fans on both sides. Other than that, it was a very normal and forgettable bar with an abnormally bad name. 1849 Lincoln Way | Yelp
Durty Nelly’s (#85)
Apparently there are Durty Nelly’s all over at least Ireland and America. It’s unclear how they’re all related to the original, established in 1620 in Ireland, but this bar didn’t exactly feel like a franchise, except in the way that all Irish bars feel like … Read More →
Avenue Lounge (#84)
Completely forgettable. Glen and Peat had cheap Bud Lights and watched basketball, in the company of only one other person. 1334 Noriega Street | Yelp
Boomerang Cocktail Lounge (#83)
Sunset Day started at Boomerang, squarely in terra incognita for both Glen and Peat. Each had a Bud Light and took a seat at the bar, and eavesdropped on the conversation of the regulars to their left. Naturally, the conversation centered on Mine That Bird’s … Read More →
The Riptide (#96)
Riptide is practically in the Pacific Ocean, and looks the part too. Peat and Glen felt like they were at the local watering hole in a New England fishing village…minus the burly bearded men in yellow raincoats. Glen enjoyed eponymous Riptide Red Ale and Peat, … Read More →