Latin American Club
San Francisco, CA 94110
- Sun-Thu 6pm-2am, Fri-Sat 5pm-2am
- Patio/Sidewalk Dining
SF Weekly's Description
What you must know: they pour heavy. The margaritas are potent, poured into a pint glass with more than three-fourths real agave tequila. Braving your way through the first sips, you look up at the sign above the entrance that reads "sin" in red, lit-up letters behind chicken wire. The sign outside is a bit misleading: reclaimed found art, it sat in the basement of the Latin American Club owner's house until he opened up shop more than 17 years ago. But there is no salsa, no samba, no rumba, no cha-cha-cha. There are, however, piñatas - plenty of them, buoying overhead like parade floats. Salvaging trashed items, the owner has decorated the bar in the wacky and the tacky thrift-store tchotchkes and junkyard scraps, spattered about like flotsam. Above the till, a plate memorializing a regular, "The Red Man," perches. With his red suit, John Waters mustache, fedora, and crazy-eyed gawk, he seems to watch over the checkered floors.