by Mike S. on
My friends and I go here one or twice a month, great place. No creepy locals, the Bartenders know what they are doing, music is pretty good, altho i hate disco nites :P. Parking sucks. But its San Francisco, parking sucks everywhere. They've got like 6 or 7 TVs, a pool table, and a dart board. Pours are always good, i never feel like they are shorting me. Definitly a good bar to go to with friends.
by Wilford Silvia on
I was really excited to come here. A few weeks ago, as I was waiting for my car from valet upon exiting Cabana Club next door, I noticed that the music was phenomenal. Justice, New Order, Depeche Mode.... I expected this place to be wonderful and surreal, Green Door to Hollywood as to Club 33 to Disneyland. I must be getting pickier by the second... We had dinner reservations, which I was looking forward to since I practically snacked on birdfeed throughout the day. Work kicked my butt, ate stale Cheezits and a questionably spotted banana due to time constraints. Usually, these Hollywood hot spots proffer generic fare at quality cuisine prices, but at least the food is always reliable in taste and the attempt to be innovative gets thrown in the mix. (then again, "innovative" almost always entails some "Asian fusion" factor, and that's just trite, if you ask me). Not here. The menu is a dingy sheet of low quality card stock with unappetizing selections. Steak frites, pomme frites, french onion soup. The lobster sandwhich seemed appealing, but the prospect of eating with my hands and soiling my French Connection dress was out of the question. So I got fries. 2 servings of it. Such a pity. The lighting is really problematic. It's much too dim to create any ambiance other than the sleepy kind. Although this is a faux-francaise establishment, the patrons here are not French. We are Americans, we do not have the habit of dining regularly after 9pm, and when you throw a cocktail in front of me in a dark room, I will fall asleep. The music cannot be called eclectic or indie, it's way too sporadic to be considered anything. I wanted to dance off my 2 lbs. of fries I'd just consumed! Maybe it was a fluke, but overall, a downer. Think baby nursery with a night light. Think Disneyland's Haunted Mansion ride complete with creepy, badly rendered portraits. I felt like I was in the lobby area of an upscale convalescent home. Hot spot?? WHERE??