polk sheet

There are no amusement parks in San Francisco. There is no Times Square. No Bourbon Street. The Strip? Forget it. But there is a quiet destination that entertains for hours, leaving your laundry undone, and sending you giggly and starry-eyed to your eight o’clock dinner date. It’s called bottomless mimosas. You’ll find them few and far between, but when you do, you’ll never leave. The Castro’s Lime, is one big never-ending birthday party, with table dancing, groovy tunes, and cheeky waiters serving your vitamin C bubbly. The cobwebbed Marina kids head to Circa for a side of scenery with their spiked morning jus d’orange.The $10 bottomless mimosas at Polk Street’s Bar Johnny (2209 Polk at Vallejo), though, are like the friend your mother warned you about, or the extra brownie that spawns a visible weight gain — a gateway drug. You think it’s harmless to stroll into the low-key restau on a Saturday morning. But after 10 refills, you find yourself skipping toward the Buc for just one more drink, followed by Greens, and the Black Horse, building your very own Polk Street bar crawl door by door. At 8 p.m., it’s bed time, and you awake at 2 a.m. realizing the city went on celebrating Saturday night without you. And when the sun rises on Sunday fun day, you do it all over again.

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