Playboy, a magazine about being into Johnnie Walker and breasts, this week announced its list of the fourteen best late-night bars in America, possibly so that we can all go search them to see if Hef's ex-fiancee is hiding in any of them. The good news for San Francisco: the 'ol horny bunny rag honors The Endup (401 6th Street at Harrison), SOMA's all-night throwdown party palace, where the cover (often in the twenty buck range) gives you license to dance to 4 a.m. (weeknights) or well into the brunch (weekends, when the club thumps along right up to 11 in the morning.)
Factor in a sizable dancefloor, a great bumping soundsystem, a pool of powerhouse DJs, and a lively schedule of theme nights, and, yeah, you have a club that warrants the honor.
The magazine's write-up is slight: "Upstairs, downstairs, inside or out, you'll find what you want in the wee hours," it claims -- and that's the most detailed sentence. Still, even that is encouraging.
Playboy may or may not realize that The Endup's events are often gay-oriented. Here's hoping they do, and that the editors have recently been inspired by its ethos, and that the magazine's polite photospreads of naked ladies smiling on hay bales might at last be opened up to wider-ranging pansexual possibilities a town like this has to offer. That's certainly the implication when Playboy assures its readers that The Endup has what they want!
If not, perhaps some ten-year-old boys somewhere might swipe the issue from their dad's closet, idle a while over the photospread of naked ladies making lemonade, and then chance across this list and this reward, setting them down the road toward San Francisco's boogie-with-who-you-wanna liberty.
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