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My Town, By Cora Hayes
326 Glass Street: Sal’s Tavern
Sal’s Tavern is exactly the sort of place you think of when you hear the name. It’s small, not really well lit, smells of stale beer and old cigar smoke from before the Tobacco Prohibition Amendment, it’s full of assorted barflies and it is wonderful. I have spent many an hour in Sal’s, drinking beer and listening to the various patrons, or Sal, discuss all manner of things. It has been a real education.
And that right there is the value of the place to me. I learn things that help me in my work. I learned lockpicking from Joe Dogan, the best and worst places to visit in San Francisco from Lee Wing, how to tell men exactly what they want to hear from Trixie Randowski, and police procedure from all the old cops who hang out there.
Some of the folks who frequent Sal’s are old sailors and soldiers, so I’ve heard stories about old legends on five continents. I can’t even tell you how many local and foreign legends I’ve heard.
So yeah, Sal’s is one of my favorite places.
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