Shaded by a row of tall cypresses and wedged between a dental practice and an all-you-can-eat sushi joint, nearly year-old Bottle Cap seemed a million miles away from the glitz and glamour going on across Washington Square at newly deemed "it" spots such as Park Tavern and Original Joe's. A pianist played saloon favorites on a vintage Yamaha while a genteel crowd lingered at the wooden bar, a relic from the old Washington Square Bar and Grill days, discussing spending on Proposition 29 ads and the state of Tim Lincecum's psyche. In the adjacent, dimly lit, muted green dining room, several large parties of dolled-up twentysomethings, most of whom... More >>>