With sporadic hours and erratically enforced rules about how, when, and what customers could order, he kept everyone guessing. He'd let some patrons stay and enjoy a jukebox with one of the best selections in town, and he'd kick others to the scruffy Haight curb, not a decent drink in sight. When Bruno died last year, a loyal patron of 20 years, Bob Clarke, and his partner, Diane Epping, bought the place, dropped the Aub, and turned it back into a bona fide watering hole. Clarke also reopened table service, overturning Bruno's principle of banishing patrons who opted for an intimate corner instead of the bar. This is clear when a patron asks if he can eat his messy burrito at the bar and Clarke consents.
Men are on their own.
Even though the spot has lost the 'tude, he intends to hold on to that vibe.