I absolutely love hotel bars — they are my very favorite. I love how in San Francisco you can walk into any fancy hotel and sit in its bar, even if you can't afford a room there. I love how I can show up at a place like the Mandarin Oriental in a ripped, paint-spattered Amoeba T-shirt; jeans; and scruffy Converse and get the royal treatment. The staff have to be nice to everyone, because who knows, I could be Lady Gaga's masseuse or something. Or I could just be a rich person who dresses like a slob (although when you are wealthy and a slob, you are referred... More >>>