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94 years and we’re just getting started.
Walk in and you feel it. Musicians. Artists who got a first break on our stage. Gold fiends. Drinkers. We’re an institution. A kind of freak institution all alone on the corner of 4th and Bryant. With a mermaid and a ship’s stern. And a small, wooden stage where you can watch the singer’s eyes.
We opened in 1908. Served beer, cocktails, and stories to longshoremen, gangsters, cheap-jacks. Bent, old Utah stories. Long, winding odes. Joe DiMaggio was here. PJ Harvey. Circus stars.
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Our soulful, fateful stage is a legend in SF. Live music every night. Alt country. Rock. Folk. Bluegrass. Sturm und twang. Punk. Ancestors of Nick Drake. A friendly open mic. Spoken word. And a policy against attitude.
Our friendly, down-home food is American. Quick. Cheap. With humanely farmed meats and pleasurable vegetables.
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Come in day or night. Eat. Sketch. Carouse. Tell us your Utah story. Or sit quiet. Pretend you’re a sailor. Whatever. Just come on with us. We’ve got a good ways to go yet.
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