by vicki V. on A bit of a wait..but worth it! I loved the ambiance, from the dim lit iron brick decor to the well dressed patrons and workers. I definitely enjoyed the company of new and old friends, sipping on cocktails, and not to mention the stellar chicken wings. Those things are massive I tells ya! Took me a good while to finish one...but I had to be extra careful what with my fancy schmancy attire. The sweet potato fries were pretty good, too. Our server, Brittney did a fantastic job with our table, always making sure our mini pitchers of juice were refilled, ice bucket was full, clean glasses were stocked, and whatever else we needed. I'm guessing we had about 20 in our group for a girl friend's bday, and everyone was still happy by the end of the night. Amazing! The workers outside were friendly and respectful as well and kept the line moving as best they could allow. They said it reached capacity at 930 that Saturday night! The restrooms were interesting with their outside round sink. Not very private, but it did look pretty. By 145 they blinked on the lights and started moving people toward the exit. All in all, it was a good night. Thank you Christina for a fun night!
by Shawna N. on Look, a lot of people really hate slide, and i can level with you, I understand. It's trendy and the only people that go here are the out of towners and the people who have been going out so long before they actually turned 21 that they've developed a long term relationship with places like Slide and can't really venture out into the better places. On the other hand, Helllooooo they have an actual slide, and if you are not a peasant they let you go down it! I have never been rejected from going down the slide. So maybe its your fault they didn't think you could handle it. Drinks were good and strong and dirty, just like I like em. We went on a thursday and it wasn't too crowded and the dance floor was just right and fun was had by all. The set up is perfect for a small group. i love that the bar is alongside the dance floor, you bust a move for few minutes, quench your thirst and you don't even have to miss out should your jam start playing it. Yes, i called it your jam. don't hate fucker.
by Celine Spence on Sick of the Cellar and the end of an open bar, we ended up at the End Up. Before I left, I called my roommate: asking if she wanted to come. Her response " ah...the End-up is where meth people end up - no way." Being as she is a late night partier, I was more determined to go to prove her wrong. And yes the End-up was awesome and was one of the best nights I've had in SF. The cover was big, but people didn't flinch paying it, so I knew it had to be good. Inside it was pumpin - people just there to dance. And most people knew how - ahhhhh - how nice! The music was great - reggae with hip-hop beats mixed in. You couldn't sit, because the next song would come on and you HAD to dance to it. Even the crowd was great. No one too grabby and people just there to have a good time. I liked the outside area too. When things were getting too crowded - you could pop outside and chill with friends in an impressive patio area. It was one of the first places I'd been in SF, where despite the reggae beats echoing throughtout the room, there was no wafting smell of 'bud.' One of the few places in SF that really cracks down upon it. I'm not sure what other nights are like; but if you're browsing through the Guardian and spy reggae night at the End-Up - go!
