1. Quince Unveils New Lounge: If you can afford the indulgence, Quince has recently opened an ultra-luxe new lounge area, specializing in seafood and upscale bar bites. Royal Osetra caviar goes for $25 per 5-gram spoon, alongside oysters, a trio of crudos, a proscuitto platter, and other gourmet delights. Pair your snack with a glass of wine from their deep library, or a martini from the fully-stocked bar. (Monday-Saturday, 5:30-10 pm, at Quince, 470 Pacific Ave., Financial District.)
1. Comstock Saloon Launches Honky-Tonk Sundays: If you're in search of a dose of Southern comfort, the Barbary Coast vibe at Comstock is going redneck on Sunday nights, with old-school country LPs and hearty blue-plate fare. In addition to the regular menu, sous chef and chili champion Abe Sanchez will serve up his famed bowl of red, fried chicken, and BBQ. Best of all, the fun coincides with Comstock's regular happy hour, featuring $6 beer-and-shot combos like Anchor Steam and bourbon, $6 Derby cocktails, and two-for-one snacks. (Sundays, 4 pm-2 am; happy hour daily, 4-7 pm, at Comstock Saloon, 155 Columbus Ave., North Beach.)
1. Two Sisters Gets a Liquor License: Two Sisters, the charming, sibling-run Hayes Valley gastropub and lending library, has finally snagged a liquor license. With the help of bartender Michael Cicconi, they've devised a cocktail menu that includes four different kinds of Manhattans-- perfect for sipping alongside some savory bread pudding on a winter evening. (Tuesday-Thursday 4-11 pm, Friday 4 pm-12 am, Saturday, 1 pm-12 am, and Sunday, 11 am-10 pm; 579 Hayes St., Hayes Valley.)
With businesses like sunshiney interiors Room Service and liquid nitrogen Smittens ice cream, Hayes Valley is poised for its heyday. It's time — it's central, small, and adorable. A book exchange/bar/cafe is the perfect new neighbor wouldn't you say?
Come September, a charmer called Two Sisters Bar and Books will open. Conceptualized by Two Sisters, operated by Big Sister, curated by Little Sister, it's currently undergoing construction. Kindle break and read what Big Sister has to share...
There's something that my husband, a longtime restaurant industry person has taught me: When going out to dinner, have no fear.
Before I met Joe, I would never in a million years have attempted to go to the most popular restaurants in town, on say, a Friday night—with no reservations. But he never thinks twice about it. His attitude is, it'll work out, and it almost always does.
A modern, undulating ride of LEED-certified design, Bar Agricole might be the most stunning tavern to ever touch down in San Francisco. The fact that the high-concept, farmcentric tavern is located on one of the most scrappy blocks of the city makes it all the more fascinating. We talked to Thad Vogler, the mad genius behind it all. Just don't call him a mixologist.
It’s not every day you find the business end of a pants-less cherub hovering over your gin and tonic. But if this is an experience you simply must add to your bar repertoire (really, you must), head to Gold Dust Lounge. Founded in 1933, this San Francisco institution seems to have handily avoided changing anything since. It still boasts the decor of a gold rush-era bordello, complete with worn red velvet, chipped gilt, and cheap booze.
When things get rough, sometimes you just have to sing. And when your shampoo bottle doesn't cut it, it's time for a microphone and a few drinks. And for that, you head to your nearest karaoke joint. Unleash your inner Mariah at these spots - our favorites in the city for lettling loose.
Encore Karaoke Lounge, 1550 California St., S.F.
A whole list of suitably ironic hipster bars was concocted for this series and I fully intended to stick with it, at least until I found myself at the Clift Hotel with out-of-town guests on Monday night. People, drinking in the Redwood Room is like attending Hogwarts without the treacle pudding and magical ability. Fairly innocuous while displaying Klimt's greatest hits, the digital frames lining the redwood walls eventually switched to unsettling Harry Potter-esque portraits of people who move when really they should be sitting still. Rather than blinking and breathing and staring down their patrician noses as you gulp your second strawberry margarita.