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The Eagle Lives: Last 2 Eagle in Exile September 2/ October 7 @ El Rio…your dive!

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It’s been some dark days for city history as of late. With the latest casualties being the likes of Tosca and The Purple Onion, one might wonder who’s next on the venerable hit list. Probably some deadbeat tenant like Swan’s Oyster Depot or the Buena Vista, more than likely.

All the more reason why we can celebrate the urban miracle that came to pass this week in the ressurection of the Eagle Tavern. Many said it was not possible, and to be honest, nowadays these things are pretty bleak, but thanks to community, a handful of some un-relenting rabble-rowsers and some new owners, like a leather-clad Lazarus, the Eagle will indeed be rising to the occasion once more.

 

It’s pretty rare that a group of grubby townsfolk win over callous development, but the Eagle’s best tactic may have been their exile party. Held at everyone’s friendly port, El Rio, it was hard to give up on the old bird when you still got to have the beer bust experience at least once a month reminding us a little of what would be lost. Seeing as that both venues feature High Life and a rotted wood/ ancient plumbing aesthetic, you almost even got the taste and smell too! Well, some of it.

So if you have yet to experience the famous afternoon bust Mission-style, or you just want to raise a red cup to that good ‘ol, can-do SF spirit you got two more chances, cuz after that it’s back to South of Market, daddy.

 

Eagle In Exile
El Río… your dive!
3158 Mission Street (@ Precita)
[Outer Mission]
SF
FREE
$10 All-you-can-drink draught
3 pm- 8 pm

 

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Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

Stephen's early years were spent in a boxcar overlooking downtown Los Angeles. From there he moved around the state with his family before settling under the warm blanket of smog that covers suburban Southern California. Moving around led to his inability to stay in one place for very long, but San Francisco has been reeling him back in with its siren song since 1999.
By trade he pours booze, but likes to think he can write and does so occasionally for the SF Bay Guardian, Bold Italic and 7x7. He also likes to enjoy time spent in old eateries, bars and businesses that, by most standards, would have been condemned a long time ago.