They say it takes two weeks to kick a habit.
So when we heard that one of San Francisco's last remaining smoking bars was calling it quits on New Year's and reopening mid-January as a strictly non-smoking cocktail club, we decided to slap on a patch in solidarity and wait.
Emerging on the other side was, fortunately, not a twitchy, irritable and overweight version of smoking joint Amber, but a cleaner, more sophisticated and (dare we say) more enjoyable fellow—named The Residence, unveiling itself tomorrow.
In true hard-core self-improvement mode, The Residence kept only the walls and the bartenders, and gutted everything inside. So instead of its former smoke-stained rec-room glory, you'll find vintage globe light fixtures, faux zebra-upholstered chairs and Persian rugs, all looking like what might be your eccentric, well-traveled great-uncle's penthouse parlor (minus the great-uncle).
Join what's sure to be a nice weekend scene by taking over a few cushy sofas by the fireplace with a date. Impress her with a few strong moves at the chess tables (we say go with the Sicilian Defense) while you enjoy the new, upgraded classic cocktail menu—a Sazerac, or perhaps the stiff, tequila-spiked Jalisco en Fuego.
If all this propriety makes you hanker for a quick drag, the outdoor sidewalk is always there.
We'll be waiting inside.
So when we heard that one of San Francisco's last remaining smoking bars was calling it quits on New Year's and reopening mid-January as a strictly non-smoking cocktail club, we decided to slap on a patch in solidarity and wait.
Emerging on the other side was, fortunately, not a twitchy, irritable and overweight version of smoking joint Amber, but a cleaner, more sophisticated and (dare we say) more enjoyable fellow—named The Residence, unveiling itself tomorrow.
In true hard-core self-improvement mode, The Residence kept only the walls and the bartenders, and gutted everything inside. So instead of its former smoke-stained rec-room glory, you'll find vintage globe light fixtures, faux zebra-upholstered chairs and Persian rugs, all looking like what might be your eccentric, well-traveled great-uncle's penthouse parlor (minus the great-uncle).
Join what's sure to be a nice weekend scene by taking over a few cushy sofas by the fireplace with a date. Impress her with a few strong moves at the chess tables (we say go with the Sicilian Defense) while you enjoy the new, upgraded classic cocktail menu—a Sazerac, or perhaps the stiff, tequila-spiked Jalisco en Fuego.
If all this propriety makes you hanker for a quick drag, the outdoor sidewalk is always there.
We'll be waiting inside.