by Jamie C. on
I literally signed up for Rateclub JUST to tell you good people about how terrible this bar is. Not-a one review before this, but I love San Francisco, so if one lady or gent takes heed and walks right past this joint, I feel I've done some good in the world. Before I go on, because this is a long review and I know a lot of you won't want to read all this, guys: long line at the men's room, and guess why? SOME DUDE SH*T IN THE URINAL, and forty-five minutes later, after we'd informed the staff that there was a huge t*rd in the urinal, and all the guys in the bar had been using the shared Men's/Women's room and building a huge line, guess what? Nothing, that's what. They did nothing about it. I had to draw a broad paper towel and cloak that thing myself just to spare those who followed. So here's the meat of what's wrong with this place: Firstly, I hope you'll appreciate that I'm a guy who's really easy to please. If I go to a place, get a couple drinks with friends of mine without incident, I'm a happy guy, environment be damned. That would be a good bar experience in my book. Simple. Still, I'm here to warn you against EVER going to Vertigo on Polk St, if you can help it. I showed up to this place about 1am on a Thursday night (technically Friday morning, but you get it). Things were fine for a bit, ordered drinks (standard prices--$5/beer; about what you'd expect). Trouble came about twenty till closing time. Bars close at 2am in California, as you know, but Vertigo is apparently the exception. My cousin and I had just ordered drinks from this bartender three minutes prior (keep in mind, this is almost half an hour before closing), and she's telling us to "hurry the f*ck up" -- not hyperbole, her words. And when I told her politely that we just ordered these and that there's a while yet before closing, she summoned her thugs from the front door to come and "get these as*holes out of here". Still quarter till 2 -- bar oughta be open, as their schedule permits. Now, again, I'm a very happy guy and always looking to talk something over amicably if there's some problem brewing, but we had done nothing wrong at all, and as soon as I mentioned that we had JUST ordered these drinks FROM HER minutes earlier, and that it was still a considerable stretch until closing time, she scoffed with her most put-upon face that we she "couldn't believe we were giving her sh*t" and summoned her thugs to kick us out. Now, look: I've been to maybe hundreds of bars and trained as a bartender myself, and this woman was literally the WORST bartender I've ever encountered in all my days---not based on her knowledge of mixology (maybe this woman can make a hell of a King Alphonse? I'll never know), but 90% of this job is being personable and dealing with customers, and I've never encountered a worse bartender in that respect in my life. I realize this has rambled a bit, but you're here for reviews, no? So here's this: Vertigo owner, if you read these, the chubby blond bartender under your employ who wears her hair up and was working the night of January 6 (to the am of the 7th) 2011 is one of the worst bartenders I've ever had business with, and you'd really be doing us San Franciscans a service if you'd politely tell her to hit the bricks and pursue a vocation in which tact, politeness and general social skills didn't factor in in the slightest. You have a terrible bartender in this woman, and I will NEVER be back on account of her. Oh, yeah: and have someone clean the f*cking toilet, will you?
by Timmmaahh W. on
I recommend this place for gathering with friends or co-workers. The servers are always cool and very friendly. The food is tasty and they have a decent jukebox. Being a short walk from work helps too.
by Otha Brockway on
The place seemed fine, then again, I was half asleep by the time the main act came on three hours later. It wasn't too crowded and the sound was bumping--no complaints there. Drinks were okay, if a bit pricey.