Morning of thanksgiving at a breakfast cafe on Haight Street in San Francisco. 100 Hells Angels rolled up on their choppers, hungry, thirsty, and a VERY intimidating crowd of men if you can imagine. We were entirely under-staffed and under prepared. They went through an entire keg of IPA, ate every egg in the walk-in, basically cleared us out. The wait for food was like 30+ minutes. Let me tell you, these were the most patient, respectful and GOOD TIPPING badass looking bikers ever.