by Ben C. on
I had no idea why my friends were leading me into the lobby of a seemingly closed building and then into a tiny elevator until those tiny elevator doors opened and I was greeted with music, nice decor, decent view of the street, and a pretty good looking after-work crowd. In the summer, it's always packed, and the music is pretty good..had dinner here once and was a happy camper..drinks (flavored soju and the big container of beer) and service is great..I like the fact that the windows are tinted so outside looking in, it's kind of a mystery for those who have no idea what the heck is going on on the 3rd floor of a seeminly closed office building.
by Candelaria Boman on
I left Asia SF confused about something I always I pretty damn sure about. One of the best looking woman I have ever seen in world...had a penis. Where do you go from there? The thought of making out with a girl, good...with a penis...not so...I'm getting side tracked, forgive me. The food and atmosphere here is great. Vietnamese fusion in smaller portions is ideal for large groups. You feel like you're in a bit of a club environment...and low and behold there's a club downstairs. My favorite part was when our waiteress (intentional misspelling) stood up on the bar and did a dance to the song I feel like a woman. Th whole experience was fantastic!
by bristol b. on
I'm sure the owner of the Supper Club is called Buck. Or Cash. Or Bill. Bill probably came up with the idea for the Supper Club after a long night out in SOMA. A night that started with dinner and cabaret at Asia SF, and then moved onto drinking and dancing to a big-name DJ at Mezzanine. Bill woke up the next morning and thought "Wow, I had a great night", but then checked his wallet and realised he was going to be eating Ramen noodles for a few weeks. But then Bill had a brainwave. "What if I create a venue where people pay for dinner AND cabaret AND a DJ! I'll be rich!!!". And so the Supper Club was (probably) born. But it doesn't work. Jack of all trades, master of none. For us it went like this. We arrived just after 10 with the intention of seeing one of our favorite DJ's. We paid our 20 bucks on the door and then entered the "bar". We were prohibited from entering the main room because the folks in there were eating and enjoying (maybe) some theatrical entertainment. We stayed in the bar for two hours, paying 5 bucks a time for bottles of Heineken (Don't bother with the tap beer, it was warm and flat. The cocktails were very poor also). By the end of those two hours the "bar" felt a lot like a packed airport departure lounge where everyones flight was delayed. The decor matched the feel. Finally we were allowed to enter the main room, which is ringed by beds/couches on which said diners have dined. And drank. Quite a lot. Our DJ comes on ~1.15. I have no problem with drunk people dancing in clubs. But here's where the Supper Club idea falls apart. Those who came for the dining (upon which I can not comment but have read only bad things) were not at all interested in the DJ. There were however interested in making the most of their night. Drunk Marin types in blazers, drunk Peninsula types in their best glad-rags. All hanging off each other and throwing up in the restrooms. And elsewhere. The sound system was terrible as well. And there was no lighting system to speak of. Thus we spent a while pretending we were in a club but eventually conceded we were in a restaurant full of drunk people where they'd cleared away the tables for some dancing at the end of the night. So we went elsewhere. I guess the moral of the story is: don't go for the DJ. Unless you just want to line Bills pockets.