Final Final
2990 Baker Street
San Francisco
Tel (415) 931-7800
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Apparently Jules Rules decided to take a nap in the car. He had disappeared, you see. It was his birthday after all, and so if he wanted to take a nap, no one minded. The celebrations had started at the BBQ on Crissy Field. Pink punch was served which was a bit watery when I arrived but apparently had some ooomf to it if Jules' absence was taken as confirmation. The celebrations (and eating) moved on to Liverpool Lil's, one of my absolute favorites in town. Dark, cozy, and not hip. They happen to serve buttery, slippery snails too which always makes me cheery, and the establishment is not afraid of deep frying vegetables to make them less wishy-washy. Garlic turns up often on the food.
We shoved on to the Final Final (at which point we lost Jules Rules to the backseat of the car), a neighborhood bar, a sports bar. There's nothing particularly remarkable about this place: it serves its purpose as a bar, never too crowded and open so if you are gathering a crowd, this is a good place to meet. There are two pool tables, a juke box, and an endless supply of free popcorn. I had three bowls of popcorn and I swear that's it, no more, no more, 'til the next time I return to the bar which I expect won't be for at least a year on Jules' next birthday. Who else was in the bar? Kids in their early twenties who buy clothes from Abercrombie and Fitch and still look good in them. And people who live in Cow Hollow and the Marina.
By Susan MacTavish Best, 2003