I can't vote in Canada, which's been made clear by both America and Canadians. But now that i know a business serves bowls of pickles with tiny forks, my Canadian dollars are voting dollars and I vote for this place. What also garners my dollars are the spacious seats in the back room that feel like my burly uncle's den of tattoos / living room. All the portraits on the wall are of those that have tattoos, proudly. Any time I feel removed from the marketplace and in a house, I like it. The front bar is small, cozy, and from a San Franciscan's perspective: a bar this nice / cozy / hip & spirited would be overran night after night taking away from its charm. Not here. Tiny forks!