by Valerie G. on Check this spot out on Saturday to watch a friends set. (Go Sam Supa!). This was a chill spot, I was told that they honor a "helmet discount" . If you ride a bike and make an effort in turning the city green they will hook you up with a discounted beer. I thought that was cool. Some sweet decor, bartenders seemed to be pretty quick I wasn't doing much drinking this night so I didn't really find out ha ha. Also they have a dope ATM machine. Its in the form of a safe deposit box hhaah. I loved it.
by Kennith Yarosh on I love trannies. I love Asian fusion food. I love alcohol. I was totally down to combine these three into one fun filled night. But I didn't love it as much as I wanted to. The food was just alright. The ladies were beautiful but I didn't think the service was spectacular or anything. I can't really justify spending money for good looking servers or I'd be hella broke because SAN FRANCISCO YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. The show was good. The tacky reminder on the bill that a "show tip [is] encouraged" was not so good. The service charge on the bill was kind of weird. Basically I spent $100 and that seemed like a ton of money relative to the amount of fun I had, food I ate or booze I consumed. Plus the downstairs bartender had a bit of 'tude and that bugged. I don't want to diss Asia SF because I'm glad I finally checked it out but I don't expect that I'd come back again.
by Shon Yonker on Truly repugnant. Never again. I'd rather die. My fist complaint: the bouncer here is the biggest asshole EVER. It's almost hilarious how someone can be so delusional about his social standing. As I was exiting the club and trying to squeeze past him (because of course he refused to move 1 step to the right in order to allow me to comfortably pass), my foot accidentally grazed the corner of his shoe. Of course he had to scream out, "What the hell!?! Watch it!" while gazing at me as though he was about to beat my ass in front of all the onlookers. This is where I remind you that I'm a 5'3" GIRL, which makes the whole situation that much more absurd. My second complaint: the creepy, aggressive male clientele. Though I suppose that I'd expect from any "club," at Vessel, I felt stalked and unsafe. For example, as I was talking to my girlfriend at the bar, a man squeezed in and welcomed himself into our conversation. I then pulled us away, citing a friendly excuse ("Oh! I just remembered that I have to tell my girlfriend something!"). The guy then angrily approached us again, insisting that he "wasn't even trying to hit on us" and that "his girlfriend is over there." Pfft! Yeah, sure, buddy. Of course, 30 minutes later, this same dude approached me on the dance floor and ASKED ME TO DANCE WITH HIM. When I politely declined, he stood next to me and stared at me. Literally. He stood there doing nothing but looking directly at me from 6 inches away. And so despite the semi-cute decor, I must sadly say that I will never be stepping foot in this club again. Ever.
