…and there’s one of those flammable-stuffed-animal crane games up front, and Chris the toothless bartender is the sweetest thing to happen in the Tenderloin since the advent of crack. DJ Bus Station John rolls out his ultra-rare pre- and post-disco vinyl collection for this weekly party, which typically doesn’t get going before 11:30 and is often shockingly packed by midnight. The crowd tends to be young, bicycle dependent, and fond of facial hair and PBR, and if you stand in the back and squint through the fog-machine fog, you can pretend you’re in some dive by the piers in 1975 and your parents still think your roommate Steve is just your roommate. $3 at the door.
Time for an update. BIG newsflash, the carpet JUST got replaced. Shed a tear.. that rug had more stories than Sam Donaldson’s toupee. Also, you’ll get no love from ‘Chris’ the bartender -only because his name is Joe. The place still rocks ass better than most.