The Peacock Lounge on San Francisco’s Upper Haight always intrigued me. In the years I lived there I saw it open once and promptly walked in.
Greeted by a large man in a suit who put his arm around my shoulders. While smiling and asking how I was, he walked me right back out. There were a few older men seated at the bar who all went silent when I entered and watched my escorted departure.
To this day I’ve wondered what the hell goes on in this obviously private lounge. Let the mystery be revealed…