by Caro M. on Nestled in the Castro district, this place with its modern decor and hip vibe definitely can draw in a rowdy crowd during a Saturday morning brunch. I was impressed! Upon entry, you smell the aroma of a dirty nightclub because I guess this place is a hoppin spot at night in the Castro. My girls and I ended up having to wait 45 minutes for a table and were told by the hostess that we had a time limit to eat and gtfo because they had a reservation of 40 people to accommodate. How nice. WTF? They're known for their limitless mimosas that cost $7 dollars and are not even garnished with an orange slice or strawberries. Looks like a flute of sunny d and champagne. A mimosa is a mimosa so I drank 3 anyway to get my $$ worth. The food. Oh boy... the food. It was OK. They have a pretty limited brunch menu that consisted of typical breakfast fare. Eggs benedict, florentine, Huevos rancheros, baked omlette, etc etc. The portion was a satisfying amount, however my food had NO flavor! I had the Huevos Rancheros and ended up having to make the salt shaker rain down on my food to help wake up my tastebuds. Atleast the potatoes were good... enough. The highlight of our visit was when Lady Gaga's Bad Romance came blasting through the speakers and the tranny hostess sashayed up and down the walkway in the most fierce manner. It was a pretty intense 3:49 mins as the entire crowd watched him execute the Bad Romance choreography with such precision you would think he/she was the one who created the dance routine. She had a fierce face on, exuded a fierce attitude, his leopard print stockings were fierce as were his/her sunglasses that she wore indoors. Fierce Fierce Fierce. Best part of brunch! [he/she/him/her used interchangeably] I don't think I'd ever go here again for brunch, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to check this place out at night. I bet it's a whole lotta fun!
by Gilbert P. on Power trippin' little Asian girls and boys on their high horses really need to learn how to read a guest list. The club IS nice and I am more than happy to add an additional star for that, bartenders were EXCELLENT -- but the WORST part was the first impression, which I will never forget. Everything in H. Wood is standard of Hollywood, which makes NO SENSE why promoters and door people could feel so powerful and arrogant. Here's the scoop: I got in SUPER late due to a group of three cold-shouldered Asian girls who looked like they were in my high school's yearbook staff. The girls, who were supposed to be coordinators for the evening's events, told me to "wait in the corner" and that "[they'll] clear everything up" with the guest list and that they would "get [me] once everything was clear." From a distance, I saw them standing still, trying to look busy, chatting on their phones, and looking into the parking lot for their friends. When their friends neared the velvet rope, the door girls whispered into their friends' ears how to get in... That's right, they WHISPERED as to deny unwanted guests. I was obviously getting brushed off, which I thought was very rude. Even still, my friend and I waited for almost an hour at the corner of the building as directed, and to no such avail, I called my connections from inside to get me in -- which worked, thankfully. I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT KIND OF IDEA OF "PROFESSIONALISM" AND EXCLUSIVITY THEY HAVE AT THIS CLUB. If you see 3 Asian girls at the front (one with braces, of course), steer clear. They only let in their other yearbook friends and they shark out the crowd looking to sell bottle service for commission. The club IS nice, drinks were strong, but it's not worth putting up with those door people. If you're looking for exclusivity, go to My House or Hyde where the door people will not waste your time pretending to be nice. I think that's what made me so disappointed at H. Wood: passive-aggressive authority. Out of all the clubs I've ever been to, H.Wood has the WORST door people for a night club which, unfortunately, ALMOST ruined the night. The bartender, though, made excellent margaritas. H.Wood, you've got great potential, but you've made a horrible business decision hiring these girls. ------EDIT--------- Though I'm sure their intentions were some derivatives of goodness and sound judgment, it just felt like there was a large void of communication which turned out to be disastrous. Although I can soundly attack their professionalism, I can't really speak for their effort. Good try, though?
by Emanuel Pawlitschek on very fun atmosphere depending on what night you go. Terrible mojitos . . . the bartender put sour mix in mine and I was appalled. Maybe, she was training. I hope she was.
