by TopCat W. on
We went there for lunch. The service was okay, but the food was very disappointing. Here's what we had: - Chicken Katsu: this is the weirdest and worst tasting Katsu I've ever had. The chicken was very dry and tasteless, the Panko crust was completely soggy covered in a white gooey sauce. Not sure how the overcooked semi scrabbled egg is suppose to contribute to the dish; other than making the dish looks even less appealing. - Nigiri and California roll: the fish was okay, nothing to write home about. The sushi rice was not up to Morimoto's standard. Understand that we didn't' have a fancy meal there. Shouldn't all the food on the menu be at least decent, regardless of the price? It's sad to say that the miso soup was the best thing we had there. We won't go back again.
by Angelo Bucheli on
I can see how most of the reviews of this spot aren't that good. Most of them refer to Pure being "out of place" and that it "should be in NY or Miami or Los Angeles"... that is all true. It is a bit different than many of the other spots on that street. Perhaps it would be better served if it were not on that particular street with all the sport's bars. Might be better around the corner or down on 2nd street or some other location. For any San Franciscans that might be reading this, this place is kind of like Fluid on mission street. To all those that have been to SF and Austin, this might seem surprising because the street outside Pure is filled with primarily college-bars and sports bars where people that are barely old enough to drink do beer-bongs, and dollar-shot specials. At Pure, there's a blue neon lighting effect that's similar to Fluid. The tables off to the side - where all the girls in tight dresses sit in groups and take pictures of each other - are similar to those at Fluid as well. It's a little more upscale than most of the spots on this street and the people tend to be just a little better dressed. Of course, that's not saying much. The usual dress code on this street is jeans and tennis shoes (guys and girls) or maybe the girls will dress up and put on a skirt (with flip flops!). Okay, I'm exaggerating a little. There are plenty of girls that are dressed better than that but a huge chunk of the crowd is the college, dress-down group. Which is fine. It is what it is! Pure has better music with a slightly higher end group of people. Not by a big leap, but a small step. Despite the slightly ritzier look of the place and the patrons, the bartenders are just ridiculously friendly. This was helped by the fact that we hit this place first and it wasn't terribly crowded. I liked that the bartenders were actually spaced out and not all clustered together chatting with each other about their weekend plans and one of them was juggling bottles of vodka like Tom Cruise in Cocktail. All up and down the street there are $1 drink specials - including shots. And this is what we did. For some odd reason, just because the drinks are cheaper, people tend to think that their alcohol tolerance automatically goes up. Like when we found out how cheap the shots were, we had 2 instead of one. because, ya know, why not? If they are half price, that must mean we can drink twice as many of them, right? Actually, I have a sneaky suspicion that the shots might really be watered down (not just here but all over) because I didn't feel much from those drinks. Anyway. Liked this place although we didn't stay long. I'd go again if I was in Austin. I like places like this more than sports bars where you watch MMA highlights and get trashed.
by Daniel C. on
I've been here only twice, sometime in late 2005 and again in 2007. A happenin' place for the most part, and though I heard many a rumor of snide and egomaniacal attitudes of the staff, they seemed friendly and even bubbly around me. With all the other venues opening up around town, they seem to realize how much they need our business. Pretty smart, huh! Or maybe the bouncer knew that I was a Ratecluber. I saw dozens of old acquaintances, guys and girls alike, that have otherwise disappeared from this Earth. Yes, the club has its share of tweaked-out whack jobs (after all, this is San Francisco). Also present were an army of potato queens, a second army of sticky rice, and of course a third army of rice queens. I even noticed my drug-addict ex-roommate upstairs who appeared to be really messed up on something. Oh well, the two guys that dragged me to the club were a blast and taught me how to hip-hop on the milonga upstairs. Yes, this hip hop floor might be the club's saving grace.