The Geary Club isn’t the filthiest, or even the most insane dive in town but it may be one of the smallest. It’s a narrow shotgun style bar with just enough space to squeeze in some barstools. It’s like drinking in a dusty dollhouse full of five o’clock shadowed clowns and discoloured Raggedy-Anns. In addition to that its run by a tiny toy-like woman who always seems somewhere between tipsy and drunk. Don’t get any ideas, though, she may like a little nip, but she’s still a lady. I personally witnessed an unwary drunken hipster get kicked to the curb for his use of foul language. She doesn’t need any of that.
The drink prices are hard to decipher, but it seems if you aren’t above drinking well or beer you won’t spend over three dollars per drink.
Getting there may be your biggest challenge, however. It’s smack down in the middle of town, but I doubt some of its neighbours know it exists. Apparently its neon sign caught fire some years ago and the little lady didn’t feel like replacing it. How this tinderbox didn’t go down with its sign is beyond me, but it definitely has benefited from the ensuing anonymity.
The Geary Club
768 Geary St. near Hyde St.