As small as you'd think with a name like "Phone Booth", but free popcorn, bullfighting tapestries, pitchers of Pabst, Barbie chandelier, rouge lighting, even a pool table shoe-horned in. All this, in a no-man’s-land far from civilization at the edge of the Mission, with assorted collection of weirdos, barflies, rockers and gays. Good luck getting the smoke smell out of your Dickies. Random SF...
This edgy Mission haunt is as small as its name implies and has a rockin' jukebox.:
The Scene
Located off any beaten path, Phone Booth attracts a mixed bag of friendly folks--from older neighborhood regulars who start their day with a cocktail to young punky lesbians and...