Lone Star

Skinny guys call it the go-home-alone-star, but bears score big at this SoMa watering hole, favorite of the hirsute and hefty. On weekdays, it may appear empty, but persevere: Wend your way to the back of the bar, past the pool table, DJ booth and bathrooms, down the dark hallway lined with two decades of gay memorabilia, and out to the open-air back patio, where tough guys chew cigars and circles of friends share smokes. On Sunday afternoons, when the Eagle gets packed, this is the default second-choice destination—unless you're a bear yourself, in which case you'll find your honey pot here.