
More than 250 self-proclaimed nerds pack a bar in the heart of San Francisco to learn something new.
On an otherwise drab block of Fell Street in San Francisco, the Rickshaw Stop stands out, a giant octopus spreading suckered tentacles across its purple façade. Inside, people cluster around a table, waiting for orders of grilled cheese sandwiches, and line up three deep around the bar.
There are nowhere near enough chairs in front of the stage, so many spectators sit cross-legged on the floor, watch from the balcony or stand at the back, straining to hear. A guy wanders by with a Rubik’s cube.
A young woman steps onstage, the second act of this Wednesday evening.