The Homestead is one of the few newish S.F. bars that felt like a neighborhood haunt from the day it opened. That's due in large part to two factors: the peanuts — the shells of which patrons are encouraged to simply scatter on the floor — and the fireplace, which is tucked in the far corner of the bar. On foggy San Francisco nights, the Homestead's hearth is the perfect place to warm the cockles of your heart while its whiskey warms the cockles of your belly.


