Forget Golden Gate Bridge – once you EndUp watching the sunrise over the 101 freeway ramp from this rollicking dance club's backyard oasis (complete with leafy waterfall), you've officially arrived in SF. Dance sessions are marathons fueled by EndUp's 24-hour license, so Saturday nights have a way of turning into Monday mornings. Laughable bathrooms; serious weapon/drug checks.
Plenty of straight people EndUp here – but the gay Sunday tea dances have been legendary since 1973.