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Club 65

Updated: Jun 22, 2011 11:12
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photo by Mike W. from Yelp

photo by Mike W. from Yelp

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, 'œThe General', 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 'œThe General' 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?

Club 65
65 Taylor @ Golden Gate

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2 Comments

  1. Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)
    November 30, 2009 at 11:13 pm

    I went here one year around midnight to deliver their invite to the bartenders ball. The door was latched so I knocked. I thought the woman that answered was going to blow my head off. Is it weird that this just make me want to go back?