Occupying one of the longest-running booze establishments in SF, OSS has been both a brothel, and a bar where "sleeping" sailors would wake up to find themselves shanghaied onto boats. Luckily, you'll only be forcefully pressured into drinking a makeshift crow's nest worth of booze, and eating truffle oil and Parmesan-coated steak fries. Dip! Dip! Dip!