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by Julianne Colanero on Definitely, Definitely one of the best neighbord bars in San Francisco. It truly is "your dive bar." It's an everything bar. It encompasses San Francisco fully. Its got a pool table, shuffle board, a side room for small shows, and an incredible backyard for shows, bbq's, and hanging out. Every Friday, Smelly or Smell Rio as my friends and I have fondly named it, hosts free bbq that starts around 5pm. Free Oysters, and free food. The menu varies but is always delicious. The chef is also usually down to make you a vegetarian option. Duh, this is San Francisco. There are shows weekly, either inside in their side room or outside in the beautiful backyard deck. I think at least once a month there is also a burlesque show. ayiyiyi! They also host Hard French, often. Which is great if you love to have Saturday Fundays. Dogs are welcome, and all of the like. Just another part of their clientele, really. Bloody mary's are great here, but beware- it depends on the bartender you get. I've had two verrry different, yet delicious, bloody mary's here in one day. It can get a big crowded on weekends, but that's fine because everyone is friendly and I've met some cool people here. My parents love it and frequent the Friday happy hour and free bbq. My father is in his 60's. If he loves it, how could You not?
by Wan Costanzo on I believe that my tagline mentions that I'm an LA hater, but lately I haven't been hating enough. I'm leaving LA soon, and before I go I need to give an old fashioned "fuck LA" rant about the so-called "Hollywood scene", which is, without a doubt, the most pathetic fucking excuse for a social outlet as I have ever seen, and I've been all over the world. I have now been to h. wood thrice. The first time was for the launch party of Kamala Harris's AG campaign. For that kind of event, it was a good venue. However, this was not a normal evening. I'm assuming that the vast majority of usual h. wood attendees have no idea who Kamala Harris is and are unaware that there is an elected position called attorney general. So that didn't really count. The second time I went was on a Thursday night for a grad school function. Our school had struck a deal with the place so that we didn't have to wait in line or pay cover, and since it was a Thursday, it was pretty empty anyway. I had a decent time, I suppose. Last night I went for the third and final time. It was a normal Saturday night so I got what I imagine to be the real h. wood experience. People here say that Friday night is really the night to go but I can't imagine it being much more packed than it was. I was at a small apartment party, having a good time drinking with friends, when one of the girls at the party, a very gorgeous German girl, who, for what it's worth, was actually very intelligent and kind (she was a doctor and spoke 4 languages fluently), mentioned that she was friends with the bouncer at h. wood and could get us in for free with no wait. I was having a great time just hanging out with friends, but as there were some people in from out-of-town, this girl just HAD to show them the "real LA experience" of a trendy hollywood lounge. We walked over and arrived around 12. There was no line, just the velvet rope. No problem, our hot German friend was friends with the bouncer, right? Note: we've heard this one before (see my review of Winston's). Needless to say, the bouncer didn't remember her at all and wouldn't let us in. The German girl started screaming at him, then turned to our crowd (we were rolling about 10 deep) and said, "alright, all the girls need to come to the front." One of the women we were with said "This is stupid, I'm not going to prostitute myself out so we can get into a stupid club," but the German girl grabbed her wrist, shoved her to the front, and said, "Look, look at this girl, isn't she hot? Don't you want her in your club?" Meanwhile, a line was forming behind us, and all of the females in the line pushed their ways up to the front, shoved out their chests, and said things like, "come on, I never have to wait in lines, this is ridiculous!" Our German heroine got very catty and said, "eww, don't let these girls in, we're so much hotter!" While this bickering was going on, one of the girls we were with noticed that the bouncer was actually her cousin, so she called out to him and when he saw her, he let us all in (girls for free, guys for $20, naturally). We made our way upstairs, where it was way too packed and you kept getting shoved one way or another by a line of bouncers with flashlights running around kicking people out. Fighting your way to the bar earned you the opportunity to buy a tiny, watered-down drink for $10-$15. The music sucked. The crowd was "hot" I suppose, in that they were good-looking, but all of the people I talked to (and I was in a social mood) were vapid and stale. At one point, there was some drama when the German girl walked up to a table where they had bottle service and grabbed a glass of champagne, apparently under the impression that she was entitled to it. I suppose that this was something she did regularly. In any event, the bouncers came and kicked her out, causing quite the hubbub. I was grateful for the excuse to leave. This experience at h. wood is no different than it would have been at any Hollywood club. For those of us who support the feminist movement, we need look no further than Hollywood to see that it's a lost cause. This "scene" rewards women for being good looking, aggressively bitchy, vapid, and shallow, and punishes them for having self-respect or self-esteem. Although I am usually happy when bitchy hot girls get their comeuppance, I felt very bad for the German girl. At the apartment party, she had been very intelligent, charming, and fun to be around, but she had felt the need to forgo her brain at the velvet rope and rely on what she assumed to be her more desirable assets to get what she wanted in the club. This is what Hollywood breeds, and anybody who supports this phenomenon is worthless to me. In the interest of space, I'll spare you all my rant on how pathetic I think celebrity worship in LA is except I'll note that the fact that cast members of The Hills frequent an establishment should merit fewer, not more, rateclubs stars.
by David K. on Normally having homeless people coming up to me while eating would bother me. For some reason it's not that big of a deal here. This is my friend Seth's favorite place. He thinks of it like his living room and frequently hosts work events here along with casual nights with his friends. We were here on a Wednesday night and there was a small, cute crowd there. He knew the bartenders and we had really good drinks/shots all night and the tuna tartar flat bread was delicious. Some girl was there celebrating her 34th birthday (very loudly, I might add). She was having such a good time she gave one of the homeless guys $20. Yes, $20. Mind you the same man asked me for 40 cents a few minutes prior to him hitting the jackpot with her. We told her she was stupid and then invited her back to Seth's apartment for more drinks. It was a fun night.
