End Up at the End Up

I’m going through some old posts that I wrote for various blogs over the years. A few of them are posts that never got published anywhere so they’re just sitting around. One is about the End Up, the bar/dance club in the SoMA. I actually haven’t been there in years and am not sure I really agree with my original assessment of it but I thought I’d share it anyway because it’s an accurate reflection of what I thought about this sexy space when I first moved here and was more interested in the gay dance club scene than I am these days.

Here it is:

END UP AT THE END UP

San Francisco is not known for being a city which stays up all night long, but for those of us who have the urge to keep the party going after the bars close, the End Up meets our dancing needs. It opens at ten on Thursday night and stays open until four on Monday morning and no matter what time you stop in, there will be DJ music pumping and bodies grinding on the dance floor. Since you can stay for hours, you can take advantage of the different settings it offers. In addition to the thump of the dance floor, there’s the casual relaxation of pool tables at the back of the bar and the reprieve of cool breezes on the large back patio.

The End Up (http://www.theendup.com/) opens at ten o’clock on Thursday nights and just keeps going until four o’clock on Monday morning. That’s right – you can head there for standard weeknight club dancing (Fag Friday night is my personal favorite because it has the best music) or you can stop in around lunchtime and either way, the music is pounding and the bodies are moving. But what people who are not familiar with the place should know is that there is more hooking up on the dance floor at this club than at any other place I’ve ever been to in San Francisco, which is saying a lot, since I frequent some of the seedier bars of the Castro and Polk Street semi-regularly. The End Up is designed in such a way as to be timeless – it never feels too late at night or too early in the day when you’re dancing there – and this below-the-belt action on the dance floor only adds to the surreal sense that you’re in a secret pleasure den.

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