I happened to have lived right next to one of the most famous Harry's in the world - Harry's Bar on Fillmore St., San Francisco. I lived on Fillmore, so Harry's was a matter of easy 10 minute walk for me. I remember strolling down the blocks on Saturday afternoon to meet with Hilary and Danny for a drink there, usually after regular crepes and champagne brunch. 3pm was our cocktail time, so we'd each pick our own preferred venue, and get a round of drinks for the other two. By 7, we were perfectly buzzed. with 3 rounds of martinis or vodka tonic.
Or I'd wrap myself up on thick winter coat, old jeans, hat and ear muffs on a cold winter night. Pushing open that heavy door of Harry's in the 9pm wind. Find myself a comfortable spot with just enough light, and accompany Oscar Wilde with hot cider and fried calamaries (with lots and lots of tartare)
I kind of think it's one of those nights tonight. Hmm. Not a single place like that here.


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