The expansive back patio at Zeitgeist is more or less San Francisco's backyard, and as such, you're lucky to get out of there without running into someone awkward: a one-night-stand you hoped to never see again, a co-worker whose name you can't remember, a friend you haven't made time for in months. Such encounters are all part of the Zeitgeist experience, which knits together hipsters and bikers and tourists and techies in a shared love for getting drunk in the sun. It's hard to beat a Saturday afternoon camped out on one of the picnic tables with friends, drinking pitchers of beer or drowning morning-after miseries with one of the city's best Bloody Marys, smoking cigarettes or maybe something stronger — you know, just hanging out. When you get hungry, there are burgers and sausages on the grill, and if you get tired of the local brew you're drinking, you can pick another from the dozens of taps. Though it's true what they say about the bartenders and bouncers not putting up with any shit, as long as you don't act like a jerk and obey the rules (the short list: no photography, no smoking within 15 feet of the door, no outside alcohol, no standing on tables, no bothering other parties), you should be able to avoid getting booted. And if you do, know that getting thrown out of Zeitgeist at least once is practically a San Francisco rite of passage — just another way to make you feel like you belong.