When: Saturday, 11:26pm
What did I drink? Bottle of Heineken.

Metal buckets of beer, sluggish air conditioning, “Moves Like Jagger” and “Empire State of Mind” on jukebox repeat, a legit grandma-aged woman at the end of the bar, and a young lady bartending in a ratty  Daniel Johnston t-shirt, despite the bar’s anti-hipster petition, all make for a not unpleasant experience.

I would’ve stayed for a second drink if I knew what awaited me at Mission Dolores.

Age appropriate? If anything, this is what a dive does best. There will always be at least one woman older than you no matter how old you get.