by Adam R. on I love UPS. I also love reading knee jerk reviews from people who had one bad experience. No, not every package is going to be delivered on time, but I think their step by step tracking info is the best in the business. Case in point: USPS tracking gives you very vague info including "electronic billing received," "shipped" and "delivered." Wow thanks USPS, that was almost worth the extra money paid for the service. Tracking info is included in all UPS shipments and has very detailed info. I have never had a terrible experience with UPS. I like them more than Federal Express and DHL but any of them is better than USPS.
by Gina L. on I've been to a lot of restaurants, but this one is definitely one of the worst high end restaurants I've ever been to. The food was horrific. Definitely not worth the money. The interior design and the drinks were ok. But a restaurant is supposed to be about the food they serve, which was terrible. All the meat was overdone, the snapper was drowning in oil and vinegar, the kobe burger was horrible, the meat smelled and did not taste good at all. I was expecting much better out of this place.
by Nicky Jinenez on "That's a topless bar!" ...Is what my mom said when I told her where the Dresden Dolls show back in October was being held. Usually, whenever I scoff or roll my eyes at some old-fashioned statement my mom makes she turns out to be right, but this time she wasn't. Thank God. Not that I would have especially minded it being a topless bar, but she went on to tell me what a skeezy place it was. Not at all true. Bimbo's is a withering, shrouded storefront with a faded marquee in an enchanting, hilly, overcast area of North Beach. My boyfriend and I went to check out the venue a week or so before the show to see what we were in for, assess the parking situation, etc. All we could see through the tinted glass door was a tired, worn carpet, and a sign announcing that they were now open for events. There was so much mystery surrounding it for me, and I was so tantalized and intrigued. We returned seven days later on a foggy, dark night and got in line with all sorts of fun, crazy people from all around the Bay. When we finally got inside was when my mother's comments were run into the ground. Everything's old, it looked old, smelled old, and the carpet felt old underneath my feet. Everything in there is falling apart, but damnit, it has pride. The bathroom attendant was a little rude, probably because the first time I used their facilities I didn't realize it was customary to tip her, having never encounted one before. I only knew to do so because when I was in a stall before we left for the evening I overheard her yelling at someone to tip. I stuffed a dollar in her basket. I hope at least that made her happy. But it doesn't matter, because the place is just unreal. Stepping through those gilded doors is like entering a time-warp. If you know anything about The Dresden Dolls, you can see why this would be a perfect venue for them. It made the night that much more magical. I was a little disappointed by the two-drink minimum, as neither I or my boyfriend were twenty-one at the time and aren't even that avid of drinkers to begin with, but we managed to slip out with one "drink" each. Bimbo's was a perfect backdrop for their mad, dark cabaret; full of stilt-walkers and contortionists, performance artists trading wax-sealed enveloped for anything you've got in your pockets... Bimbo's itself is intoxicating and beautiful, and adds an ambiance unlike anything on this earth to any performer's show. I'd gladly hire it for an event. Parking is street-only if you're going to be there past midnight. You can park in the 24-hour Hilton garage like we did if you want to. It cost us an arm and a leg, but all in all it was a small price to pay for one of the best concerts I've ever been to. Top 3, easily. Oh, and I did end up seeing boobs that night. It wasn't courtesy of Bimbo's, but damnit, my mom was right again.
