What? Haight Street institution with an old time-y feel known for its dependably boozy classics, speakeasy booths and buzzed-about bar snacks served till late.
Who? Serious cocktail geeks, neighbourhood regulars, clued-up tourists.
Make mine a… Sazerac. Or one of the house-made serves, like the tequila-rye Fifty Shades of Brown. The bone marrow, too, is legendary.
What? Like a set from Casablanca, this tiny, Arabesque boîte opened in 1941 and was once the go-to hang-out of hippie icons like Janis Joplin, The Doors and Jefferson Airplane – still known for its killer martinis.
Who? Cool kids, veteran hippies, and everyone in between.
Make mine a… Martini. Nowhere does ’em better. Still, like most bars in San Fran, cash only.
What? One of the city’s best-loved jazz clubs smack bang on the Haight-Ashbury cross-section with live blues or jazz seven nights a week.
Who? Jazz heads, Lindy-hoppers, cats in hats, vintage obsessives.
Make mine a… Spa Collins. The riffs on classic cocktails here don’t disappoint. But, really, it’s all about the tunes; come with