If you weren’t boozing it up at Sinbad’s this Saturday afternoon, you were wasting your time. I’ve been trying to convince anyone who’ll listen that Sinbad’s is my new hangout. After all, you know how I love old school mafia joints. Right on the water, walking into Sinbad’s in like walking into a very special episode of Roseanne, as this is where the Conner family would be every night if they went to San Francisco on a cable car/clam chowder/look at them homos-style vacation. There’s a huge 70’s style pirate mannequin greeting you at the front door.
And it’s not meant to be ironic.
I convinced Mikey to join me there Saturday afternoon, and by the time Kenny at the end of the bar had sent over mysterious shots and displayed the collection of naked women photos stored in his camera phone, my roommate was converted.
As the afternoon wore on, we found ourselves seated around the piano, drinking greyhounds and listening to Kenny sing Luther Vandross’ Greatest Hits.
So basically, Spots heaven.
This little slice of fabulous is going on right next door to the very happening Ferry Building Farmer’s Market every Saturday, and you’re an idiot if you don’t put on your pinky ring and swing by. If you can’t make it anytime soon, don’t worry. It’s where I’ll be celebrating my next birthday…