With our Wives out of town, Ankarino, Conor, Steve and I went on an adventure. We got dressed up and headed into the worst part of San Francisco in search of an unmarked door. Once we found the door, we rang the bell and waited for the slot to open up to hear the word "Password?". Ankarino gave the girl the password and she replied, "That was the password for yesterday." She opened the door and allowed us to shuffle in quickly as she locked the door behind us. "Wait here." she told us as she took care of a couple ahead of us. We stood there admiring this amazing place that while on the outside was non distinct and in a shady area, the inside was as swank as could be, but the most noticeable thing, was that it was trapped in time...in 1929.

We sat there admiring the chandeliers, the bar, the outfits people were wearing. Meanwhile, the hostess walked over to a large floor to ceiling glass cabinet of bourbon, reached up and flicked a hidden switch that caused the entire wall to open into a secret room. She pointed the people into the room and returned the wall to it's original facade. She then came over and explained that our reservation was for the night before, but to follow her. We walked through the main area until we came to what seemed like a dead end of a very large bookcase. She reached up, tilted a book and the the wall opened up to let us into another hidden area. She sealed the entrance behind us and left us to enjoy some of the best drinks in the city in one of the coolest places.

I will allow Ankarino to explain some of the other cool aspects of the place in his take...