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I was living upstairs on third floor across from David and down the hall from Stacey (circa 1990). A 10×10 room with a queen size loft big enough for a futon. Sink in the corner and the toilet and shower down the corridor. Not bad for $289 a month. The floor of my space was fire engine red. So when the sun was up from 11am to 1pm, it would reflect a great redness throughout my flat. Blinding me and crushing the hangover migrain. The bar downstairs was our livingroom. It was great. There were only about six or seven beer taps and a great selection of bottles. The drugs were good and weed was even better. Everyone was leather clad and had some some sort of two wheeled metal horse. I remember the motorcycle shop next door was just opening. The pool table was in the front as you walked in and the Black Knight Pinball machine was in the back. The patio was sparce with picnic tables (some of which David and myself built by the way) and Whitey was just starting the Hot Links cook out business. Hanz was the owner at the time and would take us up to the Toronado on Haight for some Belgisk ales.
I miss it. The last time I was the there, the pool table had been moved to the back and the place seemed to be more commercialized; less of the so called raw personalities of the late 80’s early 90’s and more of the mundane tourist.
I wish I could remember more of the names of the faces that hung out there then…

http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/70/703/Fitzroy_Tavern/Fitzrovia
A great web site to preview what other’s think of the joint.

Dark dank tavern cavern. Good beer choices. Outstanding Single Malt selection. Great food.
Worked there tending bar for a season.

Classic all time great place to meet with your mates

I used to work there with the gang back when it all started. ‘95?
The best beer joint EVER! Don’t miss out on the the halibut tacos.
Cheers to Bill and James and Angie…
Even stranger that I worked with Angie at the Clarion Hotel before Humpy’s was even a thought. I bet she doesn’t remember.

Stay away from texass

The russian roulette of chicken wings (meaning, sometimes you get meat, sometimes you get the deep fried bone) but the “Hot” sauce rocks FOREVER!

Lived in: mission district in San Francisco. Torrance, Redondo, Palos Verdes, San Bernadino, Twin Peaks, Lake Arrowhead, and Rialto. Been to nearly every city, town, crawl space in the state.

I grew up in Anchorage and Fairbanks off and on for 30 years. Fishing out of Seward, flying in to remote areas. Camping, exploring vast glaciers and lakes.

Sandhamn is nestled in the archipelago off the east coast of Sweden. It’s a two hour boat ride from Stockholm or an hour from Stavsnäs. It’s been eleven years since I was there for New Years ‘95. A new hotel and a couple of new homes, but virtually still the same. The lot of us (8), spent the weekend drinking and eating and laying in the sun, drinking and eating and taking a sauna and drinking. It was good to hang out with some old friends.