by Pauline Rybak on
I have this bad habit of not eating anything when I travel. It doesn't matter whether I am on a plane, train or automobile, if I am mobile, I am not eating anything. So, add this quirk to several hours of consciousness and enough beer to make a college coed feel nauseous and you can tell that I was in trouble. I needed tacos. I don't know why I fixated on tacos as opposed to pizza, kebabs or any one of a number of street foods. But, I needed tacos and I needed them now. Chicago has a rather large Mexican population so, as a Chicagoan, I am fortunate to have my choice of Mexican fare whenever and whatever. Coming to San Francisco, I thought there'd be an embarrassment of riches when it came to Mexican food. Maybe...but I didn't find them here. Perhaps it was my bad. I didn't order a taco. After all my Veruca Salting, I ordered a burrito. Here's my thinking. The tacos here cost about as much as a baby on the black market. If I am going to expend that kinda cash, I figure I might as well go for the big portion ticket. You know. So, I ordered a chicken burrito with guac, cheese and all the fixins. I put the order in, I wept at the price, I received the food, I smiled at the heft of the burrito (heavy) and I tore in. Eh. It was ai'ight. Even in my drunken starving stupor, I wasn't that impressed with the food. I didn't taste anything crispy or crunchy. Maybe that's reserved for tacos only. The meat was a little charred. The guac didn't have much taste and my cheese was more 'pug' than 'chihuahua.' I didn't get it. I should have been in the target demo for this place (drunken dumb@ss) and I wasn't getting it. I ate the burrito. I was hungry and needed the assist to sobriety, but I have definitely had better in Chicago. Honestly, I was a little shocked. Better luck next time?
by Virginia L. on
I've been to Bubble Lounge many, many (sigh.. many), times. Overdressed crowd and cramped, sweaty dance space? I still don't get it. It's never been a favorite, but I've just about had it with this joint. The last time I went I was charged $34 for TWO DRINKS. How, you ask? How do I get charged an obscene fee for a mediocre lounge that has sub par champagne? Let's see... I'm at the downstairs bar with an aggressive-looking-lesbian bartender. I order a vodka red bull and a kir royale (which is chamboard and champagne). In the past I've seen an impressive spread of champagne at the upstairs bar. It ranges from the cheapest glass of bubbly - around $7 to more expensive, reaching up to $15. My kir royale was $17. I refuse to believe that by policy, they'd use the most expensive champagne without me requesting it. AND they gave me Ketel One as the well vodka, charging me $14 for for a vodka redbull. I didn't need the good stuff... that's why I got a vodka redbull, lady! Shady, shady, shady. I give it one more star because there's no cover charge. But if any of my friends are reading this, stop it already. There are better choices for a default spot in the city.
by Mike Stocco on
I went here on a Saturday night, arrived around 11:30 pm and there was still cover? I read all the bad reviews of this place and didn't want to go, but did so because the group I was with was nearby and clueless as to where to go at the time. So, after a $20 charge each, we came into the first room which is just a bar. As you trudge to the next area, there is a semi- small dance floor with a 2 stall bathroom in the right corner, a bar to your right, the smoking room in the left corner, and finally a stage in the middle. I am not sure if there are performances there or such, but, the stage has 1 stripper pole, in which some ladies were making a sad display of "sexiness" on it. The age group of this area, can range, but primarily I saw 21-30 age group. The thing that really made it hilarious was the fact that there WERE SO MANY FOBS! To give you an example, they are all wearing white collared shirts, rolled up 3 quarter length, with long spikey hair and accents. I accompanied my friend to the smoking room and everyone was speaking Chinese. I am asian myself and I am not a hater against many asians, but when i say this place was fob...it was FOB I went upstairs for a little and found a second dance floor, not as crowded obviously as the bottom, but apparently the smoke room was much roomier and less claustrophobic for a person like me who hates smoke. The one thing i can say about this place is that it really is up to the crowd you are with. I was with my group of friends who love to dance and therefore we had a blast and the music was great too. After a while, the club became a guy-fest for those who didn't get to dance with any girls and they basically stared at our group as we got hyphy! This place is sort of decent looking b/c i heard they just installed the flat screen tv on the wall that played music videos (which weren't in sync with the music) but it def was fun to watch when dancing started to hurt. Again, I would like to emphasize that there are many asians, but you def can have fun with friends if you aren't "looking" if you know what i mean.