Everyone one in San Francisco loves dive bars. Ever wonder why? Could it be the smell? Perhaps the tatted up strung out bartender. Nope, its the cheep drinks. That's why I've decided to start a night at a premier San Francisco night club and do unfuckwitable drink and food specials. Not just happy hour but an all night affair. Being broke shouldn't force us to drink Ancient Age whiskey in our apartments with the black light on listing to Led Zeppelin. Come to Ambassador and get smashed like it's spring break in Tahoe. It makes much more cents....Dollars & Cents.
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