December 11, 2007
Screw You Guys, I'm Going Home
We love Gridskipper's edge as of late. Take, for example, today's revealing top 8 San Francisco bars with the "crappiest crowds." Rankings 8, 7, 6, and 5 are Beauty Bar, Medjool, Swig, and R Bar, respectively.
In all fairness, you need to visit good ol' Gridie to find out just who made the top four. (Also, regarding the number-one spot, we've never visited the sorta chic spot but have heard mixed reviews. Is it really that bad, clientele-wise? Jesus. We remove ourselves from the nightlife scene for a scant four months, and our scenester knowledge is shot to hell. Sad.)
We can't think of any local establishments' crowds that deserve our scorn. On the contrary, the scenes at such venues as Michael Gouddou's Gallery Lounge and Da Da, the newly relocated Metro in the Castro, and the bar at the St. Regis have won us over tenfold. (Really, all excellent choices for drinking and chatting as far as we're concerned.) Oddly enough, we here at SFist cannot think of one particular bar crowd to bitch about. Frightening.
This is where you, dear readers, come in: any thoughts? Just where will you never step foot in again because of the scene?
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I'm surprised that the bar at Mighty didn't make it on this list, easily the worst club bar I've ever encountered. But for sky-high prices, that prize would have to go to The EndUp.
the matrix filmore really is that bad, brock.
Oddly enough, we here at SFist cannot think of one particular bar crowd to bitch about.
Oh come now.
Bubble Lounge is left off these douche-lists in order to give others a chance.
Balboa Cafe. Never, ever, again.
Swig isn't too bad if you're there *right* after work and then leave when the place starts to fill up. That's probably how long it will take you to order your drink...
Completely missed Hobson's Choice on Haight. Everyone I know from the 'hood has been in once and never returned. Frattyfratington, suburban teens with fake IDs, tourists, Germans, most of Daly City on the weekend. It's just abominable. You don't even have to go in to experience the dreadfulness of the crowd, as most of them spill out onto the street to smoke and shriek at each other. They have security on a Monday, which says it all.
Some of the douche bars can be alright if you hit them early during the week - decent drinks, food and specials. Just make sure to get out before 9pm.
Re: Hobsons - my favourite thing about Upper Haight at weekend? Big shiny trucks! What's the deal with that?
Tiny penises
@fizzandpop: Good answer, as usual!
I once got dragged into XYZ by friends from out of town. That was pretty ridiculous, too, although not unexpected given the neighborhood.
Jillian's at the Metreon. Even SFist itself (er...themselves?) acknowledged its douchebag factor a few months ago, after the murder.
I did not see the Gold Dust on there. I did not enjoy the large middle aged women drunkely gyrating to the house band. Okay, they're not douchebags like you'd find at the Beauty Bar, but, eh... the waitresses are. They even passionately discourage flirting with the other customers.
oh my god, the Gold Dust is my favest fave. It's got so much flavor it's like one of those spice nuggets in the Dorito bag.
And I happen to know that a certain SFist editor would rather be dragged behind a big shiny truck than go to Zeitgeist and sit by the porta potties.
Agreed on the Matrix. It's god awful. Full of soulless, immature bridge-and-tunnel morons and wallflowers and posers. I let my SoCal friends drag me there last new year's eve, and I will never go back (unless it's with my pockets full of stink bombs or something). I blame all of my 2007 problems on that night. The Matrix embodies everything I hate about the Marina. And Gavin Newsom for that matter. Although to be fair, there was one solid bartender in the back room who did his best in a horrible situation.
Gold Cane on Haight.
Harlot. To its owners and Wayne, who "removed" us from the venue for allegedly assaulting your incompetent and racist waitress... Your venue--just like any other--was overcrowded. The difference was seen in your twig-thin waitress's inability to meander her way through overcrowded club. Lady, you signed up for such a shitty job--get used to it. She said, "You guys should just leave because I've already asked security to escort you out." Ready for bottle service, my friends and I--some of the few people of color there that evening--were inside for less than five minutes... Fortunately, my San Francisco County Sheriff's deputy thought it'd be fun to shut down your club--you messed with the wrong people that night.
EVERYONE, STAY AWAY FROM HARLOT IN SAN FRANCISCO. IT'S THE WORST CLUB EVER.
jnice: if by flavour you mean urine soaked goodness, okay.... rather than a Dorito's nugget (Dorito's have nuggets? ew), maybe you mean a nugget of MSG? You know, the kind that'll make your lips all poofy? Cause the Gold Dust sure as hell doesn't actually put alcohol in their drinks.