North Beach has long been a neighborhood of barflies and night owls, of bon vivants and inveterate imbibers, and that isn’t about to change. The Beach loves its bars, and there may be no more unique assemblage of watering holes
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In June of 1964, San Francisco was a play between acts. The Summer of Love had yet to descend upon our fair city; Kerouac, Ginsberg and the beats had already departed. Something was in the air, an unease deepened by