Breaking the rules can be fun, or at least for everyone except the Nazis protecting Castle Wolfenstein from a God-moded B.J. Blazkowicz. Chain gun! For a place with a history of breaking the rules, hit 18th Amendment
From two Tom Bro-licchios who stumbled on some history during their search for a rent-able catering kitchen, 18th brings back one of San Francisco's original speakeasies (formerly frequented by the likes of Dean Martin, Rocky Marciano, and other normal people who just wanted illegal booze) rejuvenating a North Beach drinking landmark located just above what's now Bolivian eats-serving Pena Pachamama, which is Bolivian for "there's nothing illegal going on upstairs, no need to check". Only open once a week when the downstairs resto is closed, you'll need to drop a password to get past 18th's door-guarding bouncer, up a nondescript stairwell and into a 1920s big band music'd dining room with dim chandelier lighting, a working fireplace, and a built-in bar that seats three, or 56 depending on whether or not the guests arrived in a Volkswagen, wearing huge shoes. The pop-up serves 30 four-course dinners each night inspired by a collection of old-timey cookbooks, with eats ranging from a Truffle and Duxelle Roulade of Flank Steak with potatoes a la Hollandaise, to a tagliatelle starter made with Colonel Bill Newsom country ham -- interestingly enough handcrafted by the "Ham Lady", which is thankfully not Kathy Griffin.
The liquor license downstairs is only for beer and wine, so for now the dinners'll just include a selection of malbecs and brews -- though there're also rumors of white lightning, which is probably behind a wall panel that can be pushed, right next to the keys, food, and ammo packs. Flamethrower!