The sole reason I went to Club 65 the other night was to find out whether or not a certain man existed. Apparently more of a fixture at the bar than a patron, â€œThe Generalâ€, as he’s called, is rumored to be an ancient one eyed creature, with great big long fingernails, a mane of white hair, and the biggest belt buckle a human has ever worn. Unfortunately, I didn’t catch him, but I did manage to drink some very strong cheap drinks. I feel like â€œThe Generalâ€ is quickly becoming my Moby Dick and that if I don’t come across him soon, my life will be worthless. Looks like I’ll have to get some drinks in the Loin again very soon. Wanna come too?
65 Taylor @ Golden Gate