Description
If your great-great-grandmother had been a tippler, she'd probably have felt right at home at the Royal Oak, where antique sofas, stained glass lamps, and gilt-framed mirrors set the scene -- only the deep, shadowy darkness separates the Royal Oak from a fancy old Victorian parlor. Though the door to enter this Russian Hill bar might be mere feet from Bullitt's shiny newness, the Royal Oak feels like it exists in an entirely different universe. The taps feature a rotating array of thoroughly modern microbrews, however, so you don't need to feel limited to gimlets or other cocktails from a bygone era.
