Libation Liberation: The Attic
Feeling the prevailing motif of the All Hallows Eve, SFist Nico implores you all to turn the lights down for God's sake!
Halloween is a special time. Not only is it perfect for carousing in purely ridiculous get-ups (when else can you go out of the house with a giant penis on your head?), one can also dabble in the dark arts and no one seems to care. We here at the SFist love a Satanic possession just as much as the next guy, and of all the weekends of the year this is definitely the best for it.
In the spirit of Hell on earth, we went out looking for a tasty bar that would potentially satisfy our most nefarious desires. Ok so maybe not so dramatically, but we did find a tasty little bar off the beaten Mission path.
Delicately balanced in one part slick, one part dive, one part Vampira Elvira, the Attic, down at Mission and 24th Street, is a traincar of a bar lit only with red lanterns and a superficial brightness coming from sources unseen.
SFist Nico, contributing.
There's not a lot of extra room to jump around, but when your nights are days and your days are spent in a coffin, the question is, do you really need to jump? The Jack-o-Lantern squat notwithstanding there's some kitschy retro tables in the back surrounded by raised-off-the-floor booths, great for incognito makeout sessions (with vampires!).
DJ's churn out some salvageable beats almost nightly and, bless their darkened souls, happy hour lasts from 5 till 8 Tuesday through Friday (Muddy Mondays it's an all night happy hour!) $2.50 drafts and take-em-or-leave-em martinis will give you reason to temporarily forget your name and why you invited the Prince of Darkness into your life in the first place.
A lot has been said about the bartenders at the Attic, but frankly, we felt nothing but love, and it wasn't because the Ramones t-shirt accentuated her amazing, um, bartending skills. The drinks are competently made and since the darkness will shroud the empties on your table, you and your friends can feel no shame about knocking back a few or more cocktail trays.
If you are interested in getting away from the overexposed Mission bars and satellite pubs in your own neighborhood, stay on the BART for an extra stop and head west. Not only will you be able to romance your S.O. in prime inebriated form, you might even be able to sell your soul to the closest devil in the room.
Cheers!