Where the Boys are in... San Francisco.

Well, to be honest, I didn't completely figure it out myself. I was there on business and really just had three evenings after 6pm to even attempt and figuring it out, which really amounted to almost nothing. What I did luck into, however, is a charming little bar in the Financial District (on Kearny between Sutter and Bush) that goes by the name of "Rickhouse":



Huge liquor selection, spanning probably 20 feet and another 20 to the ceiling. The bartenders climb on ladders to pick one from time to time, and they specialize in classic Southern drinks (Mint juleps anyone?) made with fresh fruit and ingredients and no artificial sugars. The layout, as you can see, is completely beautifully dark mahogany bourbon-soaked wood from floor to ceiling. So charming.

The real charm, for myself anyway, is that the bartenders are decked out like it's the 40s (and so cute!), we're talking button down shirts, slacks, suspenders and page boy caps with their ties tucked into their shirts. Hot? So very.