The Dashiell Hammett days that saw this bar first open its doors in the 1930s are long gone, but there's more than a taste of film noir fog left at Bloom's, perched as it is below a window advertising private investigator services on the main drag of one of San Francisco's old-time working-class neighborhoods. Nearby lofts signal gentrification, but skinny jeans come not here, where a wood-paneled phone booth is labeled "Irish Cell Phone Closet" and the famous view over the daytime-only (or whenever-the-barkeep-feels-like-it-only) back patio affords a stunning panorama of the skyline and Bay Bridge. The cops, firefighters, and neighborhood natives who make up the regular crowd know that Anchor Steam, brewed a few blocks away, is the best complement for the 162 Giants games seen here each year.