1751 Fulton Street
San Francisco, CA 94117
San Francisco County
Phone: (415) 441-1751
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on file Customer Photos Online (browse pictures) Dance Floor Available Hours: unknown
1751 Social Club - About Us
We are a popular nightclub in San Francisco that offers a club, bar and restaurant. Our restaurant and nightclub has become a desired destination amongst the young crowd. Here you can drink martini’s, listen to live music and dance the night away. We always have the hottest DJ’s here at our restaurant and night club.
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by Caleb Frothingham on Top Flr is one of those places that seems to be unique to Atlanta, where the menu is vaguely Southern, with a fancy twist (this ain't yo mama's macaroni and cheese). The atmosphere is chill and swanky; it kinda makes you feel like you're in an episode of Sex and the City, complete with authentic New York pricing. I don't really understand why appetizers, salads, and entrees should all cost the same in the first place. (I do plan to come back on a Monday to try the $15 three-course fixed price dinner. This I can afford.) The food was good, but didn't "wow" me. On the other hand, I thought the cocktails were amazing. First I had a Yellow Roses, which includes lavender-infused vodka. If that sounds ridiculously good, that's because it is. I followed that with a Boy Named Sue, which included Jim Beam. 'Nuff said. Still, being priced between $9-11, they add up quick. Y'all know I be eatin' ramen every day for a reason (so when I do go out, I can afford places like Top Flr). Since I'd already resigned myself to dropping at least $40 that night, I decided to go for broke and order dessert. I picked the flourless chocolate-espresso cake with butter pecan ice cream. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. I only wished it was bigger! My overall experience at Top Flr was pleasant, but nothing exceptional; normally, this would warrant three stars from me. However, I am giving four stars because of the surprisingly orgasmic dessert.
by Ronnie Devai on Fantastic food, service and atmosphere! Came here with 9 coworkers on a business trip and it was my favorite meal we had in Atlanta. The service was friendly, approachable and very good. The atmosphere is modern, clean and very nice, though a bit of a mismatch with the comfort-food centered menu. I had bits of the chicken liver appetizer (soooo good, and I'm not normally a chicken liver kind of girl. The creamed corn with it was amazing), the hummus appetizer (not really hummus, but great flavor!) and something else I can't remember. My entree was the buttermilk fried chicken and it was the best fried chicken of my life. I also tried some of the country captain special that tasted sort of morrocan, but super tasty as well. The collard greens were spicy, mustardy and absolutely fantastic. I cannot praise the quality of food enough! Everyone was full, happy and satisfied with the night. We rounded out the dinner with some desserts and the pecan pie is NOT to be missed. The caramelized banana parfait and the chocolate bread pudding are also very good. Next time I'm in Atlanta, this place will be on the "MUST visit" list for sure.
by aspasia s. on I should be generous, hence I render a three star. The three star stems from the fact that tonight we were at Slide for a sort of anniversary event while our Diva Restaurateur boxing homegirl paved our way. We waltzed through the big-brutha cool bouncer and into the bar. We were quite disappointed that we were unable to "Slide" given our cocktail dress outfits, but nevertheless, we respected the rule. That was quite a pain for the five of us athletic boxers. The crowd was basically the worse of San Francisco, all the wannabe of all races and creed. Suffice it to say that the crowd included a drove of Paris and Nikki wannabe robed in a JC Penny version of outfits that tried so hard to elicit a Dolce e Gabbana look or a hip Cavalli jeans, that could have not fooled a discerning eye, such as mine, who has been a veteran in traversing the streets of Via Condotti, Via del Corso and even the fake designer area of Campo dei Fiori. While our Diva was attempting to steer her bearings, we found ourselves in the middle of the mainstream dance floor and unhesitatingly swayed our hips. The decor was art nouveau'ish ... reminded me of an Erte'ish type of digs. One of our nonchallant beauty settled herself in a booth, while the rest followed suit. Thereafter, a couple of wannabe Hilton Sister in an Eminem-biker-chic type of outfit later complained to their woman-server that we were "not a part of their party table". We were briskly asked to leave. Upon leaving, the trashy girl gently touched my wrist and sardonically said, "Sorry." I stared back, flexed my muscle and cajoled her to a fight. Then I remembered my son and my cousin's words whispering through my subconscious, " Choose your battle ... don't waste your energy..." I listened to reason, then suddenly we found our way into the main section booth - the REAL VIP area, where bottles of Veuve flowed. By then we were tired, bored and simply questioning why we were in this very mainstream crowd? We lingered for a bit and in the lingering I felt that the negativity simmered down as our synergy resurfaced and washed all the inconsequential prior events off the shore. We spent a few more minutes and decided to call it a night. It does deserve many stars for our immense energy. Will I return? Maybe not.
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