Beyond Last Call

So this is a column for drunkards.
But not a column about drinking. No, there will be no bar reccomendations or drink recipes here. This is about the other times, about those magical, yet sadly non-alcoholic hours between two and six in the morning, when the booze stops flowing and the club trash crawl back to the suburbs, when the doors are shuttered and the lights go out.
This is life Beyond Last Call.

So it seems only appropriate that I would start our journey with one of the most recognizable and universally revered palaces of late night consumption, that tiny beacon of hope on the long deserted shores of the Mission…

EL FAROLITO
Oh yes… And let me just say, if you haven’t ever been there, or worse, never heard of it, well… I’m afraid I cannot, in good conscience, continue to speak to you until you do. It’s at 2777 Mission Street in SF. Corner of 24th. You can’t miss it. Go ahead. I’ll wait…