Address: 3920 Geary Blvd.

I don't mean to sound like a race traitor, but what is wrong with Irish pubs? This one even has an awkward name. Pub-club night is always ugly, but Ireland's 32 introduced me to new depths of dumb. Choice moments include hearing one douche hiss, “Do it,” as I round the corner just in time to see douche number two smash a beer bottle in the bathroom corner. Also, Macklemore rules here. I never thought I'd miss Everlast.