Grandma’s clientele mostly consists of old people, poolsharks and pukers. Patches from police, firemen and paramedics line the wall behind the bar while an old mid 80’s video game keeps a silent vigil over a dismal scene. I hope I’m not drinking in places like Grandma’s in 30 years. It’s almost more depressing than the dive bars in the Tenderloin because it feels like these people decided to be here while the folks in Loin just seem like they were born into it. The woman behind the bar actually slid my id into a card reader to make sure I was over 21, which was funny considering I was 26 and rocking a full beard. Maybe it’s called Grandma’s because they expect you to be over 65. Regardless, a guy who looked like he might be Grandpa was nodding off, sleeping upright in a chair next to the pool table'maybe he was dead.
1016 Taravel @ 20th Ave.
photo courtesy of Kennelco C. from yelp