Bars I actually love

Okay so between proofing loaves and closing out a shift, THESE are the spots that get me through the week — the ones with a good jukebox, a weird drink, and preferably a pinball machine in the corner. Some are for belting out a terrible karaoke number, some are for quiet-crying into a martini after a bread batch flops, and one has an actual rainstorm indoors which, listen, sourdough starter wishes it had that kind of drama. This is my well-loved, flour-dusted little black book of SF bars!!