Sorry to digress, for I too admire both San Francisco and drinking..

But doubts about Sontag's clarity continue to accumulate (via A&LD):

http://tinyurl.com/9r4or

When I moved up north I was amazed at how many neon martini signs littered the San Franciso landscape, when they are few and far between in L.A. The great thing about San Francisco bars which is rarely true in L.A. is that they unfailingly have several good beers on tap, no matter how modest the bar, and they often serve a decent cup of coffee as well.

Ahh SF. My last drinking, or really binging night there, was with my beloved Victoria, who accompanied me trolling through the hotel back rooms in search of adventure after a SRO concert at The Boom Boom Room by a Louisiana Cajun group.

We found a cage of liquors, and used a stick to point a bottle of Absolut upside down through the bars for a couple quick shots. Later, we egressed to the Starlight Lounge, where I was promptly dumped for a LARGE black man who grabbed her at the door, and took her to the dance floor. I went out to the street, was not allowed back in without standing back in line, and she ended up marrying my now best friend.

That is why I cannot dispute the existence of God Amy. Somebody is fucking with me.

Denver, Colorado is an amazing city in which to drink. It is the home of Modern Drunkard magazine, after all.

Doesn't have quite as many neon signs as SF, though.

One of the best nights out in 1985: Nicky's BBQ on the Haight, high as a kite on Xanax and beer, dancing to Stevie Wonder with a cute guy in a porkpie hat.