The juiciest chicken wings are hidden in a dark San Francisco strip club
The menu at Larry Flynt’s offers more than just breasts and thighs!
It’s a Thursday night in North Beach and I’m throwing back a shot of warm vodka in a piss-soaked alleyway. Across from me, glittering signs from nearby strip joints flicker, daring those with enough money to burn to wander inside. Home to the Condor Club and bygone Lusty Lady, this infamous red light district has long symbolized freedom, sexuality and excess in San Francisco — and Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club, the place where I’m about to have dinner, is no exception.