by Yee-Shing Y. on
Decor: A+ Dance-able: D+ Sloane Saturday Crowd: B to start....D at the end of the night Bathrooms: F Sloane is SMALL but it would make for a kick ass lounge/bar setting. It's beautiful inside...wood paneling, gorgeous bar. But that's where the compliments end unfortunately.... Came here for Sloane Saturdays. Got on the DJ's VIP guest list which was good for the entire night (okay, one more compliment). We got there around 1230am and got inside no problem (no line either). Otherwise the cover is $10. Inside - it's packed, sweaty and kinda gross not gonna lie. The DJ is set up upstairs on a balcony type thing so you can fist pump at him from the main dance floor, which is fine...they need all the space they can get down there. 3 bathrooms and people do not care what the sign on the door says...girls go in the guys, guys go in the girls. It's a free for all mess. Cocktails run around $8 No access to the 2nd floor, VIP tables only. All in all, I guess it's fine. Just wish they had more space to actually move around. There is a smoking room in the back that may be bigger than the entire dance floor. Priorities...
by John W. on
Genki used to be the bomb. They're lunch special was awesome and great deal. They had the BEST super cruch roll I'd ever had. Then the delivery service became shotty and questionable, and once I found a moth in my salad..Hey! How'd that get there? Maybe things will start looking up for them once the refurbishment and reopening is complete.
by Glen Uriegas on
Forgive me for I have sinned. I broke the 13th commandment. "Thou shalt not waste alcohol." I tried, I really did but the seductive sounding Chocolate Caramel Kiss martini was in actuality a turbo charged sugary kiss of death and my body couldn't take it anymore. (This from a woman who considers sugar to be one of the 5 food groups). My friend got the Mango Cosmo which was similarly crazy sweet and tasted actually a lot like Kool-aid. Drinks aside, Martuni's is quintessentially San Franciscan. (Say THAT 5 times fast!) One minute I heard Wilson Phillips over the loudspeakers and the next, J Lo. I looked over and saw the guy playing the piano and singing in his tux, and then I saw the colored disco ball spinning round and round at his feet. The bartenders were looking rico suave in their bow ties and vests while the couple the next table over were sportin' their blue latex and black leather ensembles. One minute I was cringing at a drunken patron's attempt at singing (who handed that man a mike and for the love of god - why?) and the next, found myself enthusiastically singing along with everyone "Happy Birthday to yooooou!"