We ate lunch Saturday at The Bell Tower on the corner of Jackson and Polk...
...which was loud and festive with Santacon revelers.
The annual free-form bar crawl seems to concentrate heavily in different San Francisco neighborhoods each year, and Polk Street seemed to be one of the major vectors of this year's edition...
...with long lines to get into bars and impromptu parties on the narrow sidewalks.
According to the 40 Going on 28 blog, Santacon is widely acknowledged to be "the Worst Thing in the World," but I always enjoy stumbling across the event.
The white frat-bro demographic can be a bit much, but they are generally cheerful and friendly...
...and there are plenty of other flavors participating.
It's nice to see people drinking together, and then walking rather than driving to their next destination...
...and the omnipresent flirting looks both sexier and more spiritually rewarding than shopping for Christmas presents in a mall.
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