SFist Reprint

Staggering Through Fog, a weekly attempt at piecing together what may or may not have happened at the bars of San Francisco recently.

Cover charges always make us suspicious. If a place wants cash up front, there's usually a pretty good chance that they don't deserve it. Just once, we'd like to see a place that time stamps your hand and then charges you on a scale depending on how long you were there. That way, if you walk in, decide it's just not your scene, you can walk out and not feel like you were just mugged by the thick-necked guy at the door.

(On second thought, that's a terrible idea. Forget it was mentioned. Now you know why we're on the receiving end of the drink-slinging business.)

Every once in awhile, however, a place lives up to the cover you paid to get in. The DJ is on point, the crowd is decent, it's full but not too full, drinks are reasonably priced etc. This week's bar consistently meets those requirements and more.

Hush Hush, on 14th and Guerrero is slightly more 'club' than bar, but still maintains a very intimate and fun setting. Unlike your average club, there's none of the awful, meat-market douchebaggery that usually goes hand in hand with pulsating dance music. The people are truly what sets this place apart. They're just average everyday folks. I think the thing we like most about the Hush is that it seems like a club for people who hate clubs, but love to dance. Imagine Nickie's on Haight with the Grateful Dead and high school posers surgically removed and you're halfway there.

Drinks are very reasonably priced, and even the cover charge is usually very affordable. Even on a Friday night, it was never too crowded. And if weeknight boozing is your thing, then you owe it to yourself (or whoever's footing the bill for your existence) to hit the Hush's 50-cent well drink Thursday happy hour.

So if your groove is off and you want to get it on, cough up the cover and head on in to the Hush Hush.

Liver... Out!!