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For pure fun, you can't beat Heinold's First and Last Chance Bar, a tiny hole in the wall that Jack London used to hang out in. It opened in 1883 and in the 1906 earthquake the piles settled into the mud, leaving the place listing like a marooned ship. They never fixed it, and the floor and tables still slope so precipitously, that you have to hang onto your pint lest it slide right off the table.

One night my wife and I had a great time with the bartender singing Frank Sinatra songs.