I catch the CalTrain from San Francisco to Sunnyvale from time to time. I would gaze longingly from the speeding train to a little joint just off the tracks in Hillsdale, remarking to my colleagues every time we left Sunnyvale that someone had to go there with me for a cheeky martini.
Heather The Legend stepped up! (It's an old man's pub, so named because steaming buckets o' clams used to be served across the bar.)
(Photo by heather)