Back in the day, about 10 or so years ago, there was another term used for where the kids today go to buy weed: "cannabis clubs." The term conjures up a sort of non-exclusive Pacific Union, where marijuana users can make friends over a shared joint and compare notes over various strains of OG, or simply have a place to sit and chill rather without worrying about irritating the neighbors or exposing the kids playing in the park to your secondhand smoke. (Trust us: Moms don't want to hear about marijuana's benefits.) There are a couple such actual clubs left in San Francisco — for now — and the oldest and most comfortable by far is Bernal Heights'. You need no more than a few bucks to score a pre-roll from the counter, and if dabbing is more your thing, there's ample seating to sink in after you've blown your mind. Once upon a time, this was what cannabis was all about: good vibes, reflection, and community. The club is having trouble with its new landlord, so shake a leg on out before the good times are gone.
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