I'm not sure how many today remember or even know of the Beat Generation. This museum and bookstore is a labor of love to celebrate the people and literature of this counterculture movement. I grew up in the 60's so read beat literature a few years after its peak. In its day and at the time, the movement was embraced by a relative few and denigrated and mocked by the "establishment". While I enjoyed the museum and appreciated how they honored these folks who walked a different path, what struck me is that how many of the ideals of the Beats have found their way into accepted society while, at the same time, still generating fear across much of America. I suppose that what I liked most about the museum is that it made me again consider that there are many possibilities that arise from taking a left turn here and there (left was not intended to be a political statement) and looking at life and society from a different angle and with different values. It's been a couple of weeks since we were there and I find myself still pondering this when I am daydreaming. The small bookstore portion of the museum is packed with Beat and Beatish works and definitely worth some time. The museum/bookstore representative, although young, was incredibly knowledgeable and enthusiastic about the Beat Movement. If he's not business, it's worth you time to engage him in a conversation. The location of the Museum is right in the middle of the Beat Movement (and coincidentally or not near the infamous topless entertainment establishments that sprung up in San Francisco in the 60's a la Carol Doda). My suggestion, which does not include a visit to the topless bars which I'm not even sure are still open-at least that's my story, is to start with a visit to the Beat Museum that walk across the street and spend some time in the City Lights Bookstore. Finally, take a right out of City Lights and sit down to have a drink or two at my favorite San Francisco bar, Vesuvio. It is not a sleek and shiny place but there probably isn't a more "if the walls could talk" place this side of the Algonquin Hotel-and there was certainly a lot more peace and love at Vesuvio. I never miss a stop when I'm in San Francisco. Maybe I'll see you there.