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Phone Booth Bans Only Remaining Reason to Go to Phone Booth

Well, that's it.  An end of an era.  The neighborhood's last tolerable bar that empowered us to puff our way through intoxication has banned the very act.

We're sure this news isn't a big deal to many of you, our health-conscious readers of pristine lung capacity.  But we welcomed the bar's casual “fuck you” to the law.  Besides, where else could we make-out girls we have an increased chance of outliving?

Now what's left of the place?  Pool, cheap drinks, a great jukebox, and that east coast dive feel ever so lacking in SF?  Balderdash.  Cigarettes were the blackened glue that held the joint together.  And now?  Nothing.

[Photo by Ledjee L.]