It's difficult to not feel sexy when you're slowly reveling in a bourbon on the rocks. Albeit old-boys atmosphere at San Francisco's Occidental Cigar Club, the thick air and warm owner lends a jovial atmosphere. The pours were generous as was the bar keep as he called out to me, "Look at you!" he cupped my hands in his own, "The Lord made you, he sure did." Setting aside my pounding head and scratchy cigar throat the next morning: I highly recommend tucking yourself into this spot (fall asleep with water and Advil;)
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