San Francisco

1501 Folsom St, btwn 11th and Norfolk; SOMA; 415.252.5018

The shag-ish cheese of old is out, replaced by two nautically mod, Starship Enterprise-meets-cruise ship dance floors, four full, freshly lacquered backlit bars (some dim and clubby, one rocking floor-to-ceiling windows that look out on 11th), and weekly parties featuring electro, disco, and something called "indie wave" -- a genre so cutting-edge, it doesn't even exist yet.

155 Steuart St, btwn Howard and Mission; Embarcadero; 415.896.9155

Perry's new outpost is a mix of raw brick and sweeping Bay views, with seating clustered 'round a big mahogany bar, plus an open-air patio, private room, and two communal tables. The American grub's reminiscent of P's other joints, w/ starters like Maryland blue crab cakes and French onion soup gratinée, requisite Perry's burgers and clubs, plus entrees like sautéed petrale sole meuniere, and meatloaf w/ mashed potatoes and Anchor Steam gravy -- just order an Anchor if you would do anything for beer (but you won't do that).

This Ruski-run startup catalogs all manner of cocktails, but the highlight's its treasure trove of nauseatingly alluring recipes, like "Bust Your Black Nut" (Black Mtn Dew/Slice/Malibu), "I See Dead People" (Everclear/151/Wild Turkey 101/Grey Goose), and the Tequila Rose/schnapps/Irish Cream/amaretto "Alrighty Then!" -- a cocktail as inexplicable as Ace Ventura's success.

Available at D-Structure and Revolution 9

Just in time for Halloween, Zero's creepily excellent new line includes asphalt/cranberry hoodies w/ twin decapitated Jaws heads, tees rocking a swellingly bestial droopy-eyed "Sad Face", and a C.H.U.D. on the back of a mummified victim he's also poking in the eye. Leave it to the C.H.U.D. to rub salt in the wound.

Use these flash-enabled, multiple choice scenarios to find out what to do if the big one strikes and you're in bed (get out of bed?), on BART (exit train asap?), or dining at what looks to be the Mission's La Taqueria (greedily finish burrito under table?).