A staple in North Beach since 1948 and the former stomping ground of none other than Jack Kerouac, Vesuvio is one of those gems that San Franciscan's will never tire of. Tucked just off of Broadway's strip of neon lights, tourist traps, and gentleman's clubs, the place is truly an artists delight. Standing outside soft light pours through the stained glass windows urging you to enter- but if you have a moment- saunter down Kerouac Alley for some inspirational passages entrenched in the stone.
When you're inspired enough, make your way inside and grab a Lagunitas, or some other form of local libation to wet your pallet. Accompany this drink with a shot of Fernet, it will make you feel more at home, I promise. Repeat as necessary.
The interior is an awesome time capsule of old photographs, art, painted passages, wooden nooks, and beer saturated regulars. Scuffed floors lead comfortable cusioned booths and if you happen to peak upstairs, steal away at a small table to take in more of the time washed decor while watching over the scene below.
Whether mid-afternoon or late-night- relaxing, thinking deep thoughts, and immediately forgetting them is the name of the game at Vesuvio, so bring something to write or draw on. I have yet to have the opportunity to really let my creative juices stew here, but there is something magical about sitting in this historic space and feeling the electricity of SF pulse through your veins. If nothing else, bring some friends and stay a while!
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