Wait, you haven't been there yet? Go! The suits have had it to themselves for too long. Take the elevator to the top floor for a view that mashes up Market Street's strong diagonal with a bajillion other intersecting planes. San Francisco looks utterly different from this perspective, and the building's mansard roof plus the rooftop's manicured hedges give the feeling of a cloistered, intimate Versailles. Hella romantic. Extra points for the surly desk guard, who's clearly chafed that underdressed interlopers are tromping through his fancy lobby.