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There aren't many places in San Francisco where people from all walks of life feel comfortable coexisting over an ice cold brew. The poets from the Mission, artists from the Tenderloin, businessmen from the Financial District, chess players from Market Street, socialites from the Marina, and tourists from all over the world have found their way to the cozy and historical confines of Vesuvio for some much needed down time.
Many regulars are quick to pay homage to Jack Kerouac and his legendary presence at the renowned saloon. A steady patron for many years, his ethereal butt print is still remembered today on scattered bar stools; they have memorabilia adorned walls and a signature drink named after him to prove it. Others are quick to discuss its laid back atmosphere, unpretentious patronage, and friendly bartenders.
Vesuvio may be a welcoming joint but that doesn't stop them from publishing their own special set of rules such as, "When ordering, know what you want. Once your drink is made, don't change your mind. The bartender is not a magician," or, "If you drive, don't drink alcohol. The bartender doesn't care what you order, have a soft drink." These policies, among many others, demonstrate why it's been so successful: they mean business.
Vesuvio has been with San Francisco since 1948, through thick and thin and for better or for worse. It's been with us through the assassination of Harvey Milk and The Loma Prieta Earthquake, through Super Bowl and World Series wins. It's been a shoulder to drunkenly cry on and a melting pot of eclectic souls. Whether your goal is to reminisce about the Beat Generation, enjoy the North Beach scenery, or simply sip on a delicious Jack Kerouac cocktail, one thing is for sure; nothing has been made quite like it.

255 Columbus St, San Francisco