Vesuvio

Long and narrow, plenty loud, this place crackles with cool energy. Cats are laying back in all the booths along the windows, talking jazz, drinking wine. Some crazy ace's blowing bebop in the back corner, windy on a dented alto horn. Through the smoke and the crowd, you can see stairs going up to the second floor and another cramped passage down to the WCs. There's a little elbow room at the long bar, if you're thirsty.

North Beach Ghosts and portable hole are here.

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