From the magazine, this is how they describe the Comstock Saloon:
If you’re standing at the bar at the Comstock, look down. You’ll see a curious sort of tiled trough set into the floor, running along the base of the bar. That tells you all you need to know about the pedigree of this newly restored 1907 survivor. Like the guy in Dockers and a blue shirt you know from your kid’s soccer games who, when you finally have a beer with him, turns out to have spent his 20s as a roadie for MÃ¶tley CrÃ¼e, the Comstock wasn’t always so respectable. It might be serving small plates and impeccably executed pre-Prohibition classic cocktails now, but that trough was meant to piss in. Right when you were standing there. Efficient, anyway.
The Comstock Saloon is located at 155 Columbus, near such famed businesses as City Lights Bookstore and the numerous Italian restaurants near and in the North Beach neighborhood.
I’m not much of a drinker, so it’s highly unlikely that you’ll ever bump into me there, but head on down and have a celebratory cocktail. Get there quick enough (like yesterday) and you can say that you were a fan before they became famous and sold out to “the man.” Either way, congratulations to a local business for establishing a name for themselves so very quickly.
They were the only San Francisco bar to make the Esquire 2011 list, so they must be doing something right (other than having a floor that once served as a urinal). Not bad for a bar that has been open for just barely a year, it makes you wonder what kind of accomplishments they’ll be bragging about by the time their second or third anniversary rolls around.