Monday nights are usually pretty quite in San Francisco, the weekend is over, most restaurants are closed, and it’s back to the daily grind — but not at Comstock Saloon. Here, under the protection of Emperor Norton perched high above the bar, the weekend is just starting. And here is where you’ll find me, enjoying a barkeep’s whimsy Pisco cocktail from Jared and sitting in on drums, playing some swinging Gypsy Jazz tunes with Gaucho on the balcony stage.
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