by Wilford Bauswell on Oscar's Tavern might not be pretty, everything might be cooked on the same grill space that hasn't been scrapped of grease and grim for days, but man I don't think I can go a month without finding myself stuffed into a booth here with a group of friends screaming back and forth about the events of the week. It's easy on your wallet and you can come as you are. Definitely an easy spot to just relax.
by Jefferey Yavorsky on I find this club difficult to rate for a few reasons. If I were to lay out the description of an exclusive, beautiful, trendy club , Opera really fits the description. I mean, the reason they have these out of control lines and annoyingly strict bouncers is to create the aura of a highly regarded, chic club. Unfortunately, the lines are so discouraging, and the bouncers so snobbish, that bypassing the scene altogether doesn't make one feel like she's missing out on much. I was invited to a company party there, and the lack of communication among door people led to me walking around from one clipboard wielding puffed up attendant to another. When I finally got to one who recognized my party's name, he had the nerve to ask what I did for the company for confirmation (and pretended to jot it down)...ugh... This sort of atmosphere lends itself to ultra competitive would-be-patrons outside. So be prepared to endure dirty looks if you aren't dressed to the nines, or at least clad in some trendy alternative. Now inside, the music is great, the bartenders are all very friendly, and everyone seems to be having a good time. And I should mention that it's been gorgeously renovated. From the top level, the colors all mesh beautifully and the soft lighting is so flattering that everyone looks great. This stuff really almost makes up for the Kremlin-like restrictive access. If I could give this place 2 1/2 stars, I would--but I'm feeling generous. EDIT: I'm not feeling generous anymore! I went back last Saturday, the music was lame, the bathroom lines were long, everything's overpriced and the door employees are just so pitifully unpleasant. The dance floor's big though...
by peggy w. on Good Lord. It's like the entire HK population of San Francisco comes here to party. Observe the following conversation I had at the bar: fob: heeeeey girrrrrrrl. you so prettyful. may i pleasure you with a drink? me: er, no thank you. fob: why not? what you like? henney? jack n coke? you korean? want crown? me: no im not korean... i dont want a drink. fob: aw cmon girrrrrrl. ill get you jack n coke. want to fondle? me: EXCUSE ME? fob: what? u no likey fondle? Yeah, I walked away at this point and gave up trying to get a drink at all. Disgusting.
