I’d just be going thru at the Greyhound bus terminal at Market and Mission Streets, I think, was always in uniform, had a few altercations when they wanted to spit on me..would kick the shit out of the guys and I guess the girls were afraid of me but I’d never hit a girl...
The SF bus terminal was never a place to pick up chicks :)
What were you thinking?
Back in the day you would put on your coat and tie and go to the Royal Exchange (Sacramento St - a downtown punters bar, not a fern bar, but after 5:00 hey, squadrons of them;) ), Royal Oak (Polk - yes, I know, but...), Henry Africa (Van Ness), and a dozen places on Clement. The Fairmont and Mark Hopkins on Nob Hill - hotel bars.