Deciding to go to this dive bar in the Mission is like choosing to drive across the Bay Bridge at 5pm, or accepting a role in Gigli - it’s a bad idea. But sometimes you can’t avoid the pull of JLo, or a stiff, reasonably-priced margarita. The velvet paintings of naked people are just too strangely alluring, and the dim, red lighting draws you in like Ben Affleck’s back to a phoenix tattoo - especially if you’re in 16th-and-Valencia party mode. You may lose your wallet before the night is up, but it sure beats watching Netflix alone on your couch. If you’re working on making better decisions, though, just drop in for a quick cocktail before the late-night rush.
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