600 Geary St.
If you like boobs — and staring at them to your heart's content — then you should mosey on over to High Tide. Granted, the boobs we're talking about are made out of oil paint and hanging on a wall behind the bar, but they're real nice — plump and round, milky white in hue, and demurely framed by a white feather boa. In fact, they're almost better than the real thing because you can leer and stare all you want without getting slapped in the face or showered with a barrage of expletives. It doesn't hurt that the drinks here are stiff (though there's no happy hour) or that there's a pool table. Be forewarned though: It's cash only.