This morning, old reporter watering holes like the Washbag and Moose's were called out as a dying race, but SFist points out that the town's new breed of journalists are still alcoholics in their own right, and have the thriving bars to prove it: "Let's see, the Chronicle has The Tempest. That seems to be pretty well-packed all the time. SFBG has Connecticut Yankee, and SF Weekly likes to stumble out of Hotel Utah. Wired used to call the Eagle Drift-In home, we think, but that lovely old dive is now dead. (It's Outer Sunset sister, though, is alive and kicking.) 7x7 fancies Otis, presumably." [SFist]
Journalism Bars, Cont.