Drink Therapy: Yancy's Saloon

Jeremiah M./Yelp

​First of all, the place isn't remotely cool. No antler chandelier like at Bloodhound, no horizontal slats of blistery wood like at Blackbird. Hell, it's not even instructively divey like Dave's. It's hung with vaguely creepy houseplants trailing fleshy tendrils, just like in your Aunt Linda's family room. Tiffany knockoff lamps on chains (again: Aunt Linda), the lights are turned up way too high, and there's nowhere you can stand where a TV screen isn't flashing a score or hyping Girls Gone Wild. But it's precisely Yancy's refusal to pander to a world that's moved far beyond 49ers jerseys and painter's pants that makes it, if not cool, then quirky. Comforting as thrift-store flannel, and just about as fusty. Show up weekdays between 2 and 7 p.m., and the prices get practically 70s-Nova nostalgic: a buck off drafts, and $3.50 single-liquor wells from a list that includes Jim Beam, Cuervo, and Smirnoff. Remember your last Smirnoff? Neither do we, but there's a couple jiggers of the stuff waiting for you in the Inner Sunset, and just in time for football. And you know what? Nobody cares what the hell you're wearing.

Yancy's Saloon 734 Irving (at Eighth Ave.), 665-6551