For 35 years now, The End Up has been San Fran’s den of after-hours inequity with a mixed bag of clubbers and sounds that range from dancehall to house and techno. Perfect for end-of-weekend wrongness, there’s even an outdoor waterfall and fireplace to chill against. A quirked-out gem.
“This is one of the most aptly named clubs in the world and will never disappoint,” relays End Up fan Lee Burridge. “It attracts a wonderfully diverse crowd — gay, straight, black, white, small, tall, odd, more odd and the last time I was there, Papa Smurf! Surely the last of its kind in the US.”