This week's SFist reprint

Staggering Through Fog

A heaping helping of loudmouth soup to try and help you pick a San Francisco bar that doesn't suck. By Andrew Lowder

Think of all the things that come to mind when youthink of Wales; Anthony Hopkins, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Dylan Thomas, The Village from the old TV show The Prisoner... Um, Did I say Dylan Thomas already? Ok, only four things. And even though it shames us that we didn't know about the Welsh tradition of Nos Galan Gaeaf (Halloween), and have never been invited to an Eisteddfod (party), that won't stop us from checking out this week's bar.

Dylan's - This place is very, very necessary in the heart of the otherwise hipster/biker-overrun Mission. From the bolted down stools to the tiny, uncomfortable tables, this place has that certain aura of dirty alcoholic bliss about it that can't be created on purpose. The bartenders are always cool and talkative and it's just a great place for early evening hanging out.

The beer selection is also very good, with some of the most professionally poured Hoegaarden in the city. This place definitely goes on our shortlist of near-perfect bars to bring out your inner degenerate. So grab a pretentious-looking novel, put on that cardigan that smells like feet and head on down to Dylan's!

Until next week, when we promise to investigate a culture with more easily pronounceable words,
Liver...Out!!