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The Attic rocks! Great location near the 24th and Mission BART station and super cheap drinks! The bar tenders have a lot of character whether you get a nice one or surly one, you are sure to be entertained.
My boyfriend and I were walking by one day and saw that they had a happy hour special of $4 mojitos served in pint glasses. I am really picky about my mojitos and assumed that they were probably slapped together with some shitty mix, but we decided to check it out anyway.
Wow! They were so good! Sarah, the bar tender, actually made them from scratch with lime, sugar and properly muddled mint. Definitely a pleasant surprise!
I'm always trying to spend as little as possible when I go out with my friends, and most of the time that's a failed effort.
This dimly lit dive is amazing not only because it costs practically nothing to get wasted, but the crowd on a Tuesday night is comfortable. Also, depending on your music taste there are DJs who'll satisfy your audible.
Any time I'm forced into the Mission I'm going to escape to this sanctuary of booze.
Ah, the Attic - filled with a unique combo of classic regulars, tweeking hipsters, and a few normal people every once in a while. I've lived next door to this bar for 4 years, and though I can't say I love it for the same reasons as most people, I definitely love it. I've seen so many friends and roommates kicked out of this bar, only to be welcomed back again a week later that it's just ridiculous at this point.
Favorite bartenders - Sarah (happy hour wed.), Jen, and Mike. Jefferson and Tanya (sp?) annoy the shit out of me. They don't have Pabst for $2, unlike the BAR and Doc's do - probably the lamest thing about this place. But the happy hours are laughably cheap and the company is persistently endearing. The DJ's tend to make me sad half of the time with awful selections from the latest hipster-picks of the day, or intrigue me with rare b-sides and thoughtful song selections. It just varies, depending on what DJ is there and what night.
Beware of coke-sniffing twits hanging out in the dark corners in the back. Be more afraid of the aggresive Puch-riding 21'ers that try to bum cigarettes off you outside and then tag your door and piss in your alley. Be most horrified of yourself after you have tried to squeeze through the tight walkway of the Attic on a Friday night more than a few times in hopes of getting laid. You will be sorely disappointed with the way the girls kiss here.
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The Attic Club was next stop in my Friday's crawl.
The place is cool and it does have the spirit...and the company was cool so yes I can give this place 5 stars...and it is another one on my "must be back" list.
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Nice dive with good music, strong drinks, and friendly patrons.
Some of my friends are very mean.
A group of us walked into the Attic Club recently and one of my buddy's first comments was "there are so many dogs in here that someone should call the city dog catcher". It was good for a quick laugh nonetheless.
The Attic Club is the epitome of a Mission dive bar: dimly lit, "quaint" (in a Barbary Coast sort of way), and dirt cheap. Granted the crowd that was there wasn't the best looking, the pours were generous and that's always a plus in a hole in the wall like the Attic.
My only star deducting bug-a-boo was the faint old booze stench probably due to the Attic Club's lack of ventilation. All in all, the ideal place for one drinking solo to drown their sorrows in the Mission for very little cash.
***And I recommend showing up on Sunday nights. The 50s, 60s, and 70s soul music DJ was tearing it up**
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cozy dive in the mission. laid back, dog friendly, and they have a heavy hand when pouring drinks.
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I blame the Attic and their heavy, heavy pours for having the worst hangover on a plane I've ever experienced.
It started innocently enough. It was our last night in SF and, after drying out from the previous three days, we finally relented to get "one drink" at The Attic (which was on our way home) at about 6:30p.
Two vodka/sodas later I was feeling pretty good and it was sooo early! Only 8p? Hmm, if I get up even earlier tomorrow I don't have to pack tonight (that's what logic sounds like when you're in The Attic). My brave, brave girlfriend ordered a dirty martini, and when she finished it, she said "you could put a lighter up to my mouth and I could blow fire after that." And she's no amateur.
I dug the Sirius radio set to the Classic Vinyl channel. I was shocked to realize how much classic rock I know, and know well. It felt incredibly hot inside this joint though - at first I thought I was getting some exhaust from a nearby machine, then maybe it was hot mist from the dishwasher....no. We went so far as to ask the bartender if the red blubs in the lamps along the bar were heat lamps (why that would be the case in June, I have no idea - again with that logic). He didn't answer our question so much as tell us they were getting A/C next month.
As merely an amusing side note, bartender appeared to be entertaining a young lady who was either the drunkest I've ever seen a person (and still standing, that is) or on mushrooms ... prob both. She slid-danced along the wall, jutting and jerking around in some sort of spazzy dance that I honestly believe she thought looked pretty sexy. I thought it was pretty funny until I became horrified at the thought that maybe she had CP, and that I was just a big jerk. But no, she was just waaaaasted. She soon passed out spread eagle in one of the back booths.
And that was my Attic experience.
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Now this, my friends, is a dive-bar. Small and dimly-lit in red just the way I like it. If only if it were in my neighborhood! I enjoy this saloon so much, however, I may suspend my laziness on certain occasions and make the short velocipede ride there.
The first time that Lady Pestlebottom and I met a friend here, the very first thing we noticed was the strong odor of vomit. We were not deterred, however, myself especially. The decor is appealing, and the liquor selection is above and beyond that of most taverns of this caliber. This is where I first discovered the brand of beer called Racer Five, and also where I recently discovered that I can no longer drink that particular brand of beer.
On this past Monday night, it was unexpectedly very crowded, and the music was to my liking, except when patrons started singing karaoke. The barmaid informed us that this occurs on one Monday each month. There was no discernible vomit smell on this occasion.
The bathroom is adequate, unclean but not intolerable, and most importantly, it locks. The patrons seem friendly enough. There are certainly dark corners where one can hide and drink away one's sorrows in peace and quiet.
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I came here on a random Wednesday night outing with a group of friends. I had made it a priority to check out more places in the Mission, and this place definitely fit the bill. It's a hole-in-the-wall dive bar with lots of character and attitude. I'm glad I came here, and would bring friends here to visit, but it's too dark/goth/hip for my nerdy ass.
The bar itself is long and narrow at the entrance, and opens up slightly at the end with some tables. The bar is also situated length-wise with the narrow layout. There's about 2-3 ft of walkable space between the wall and the bar. It's painted black throughout, with some graffiti and odd decor strewn about. For some odd reason, the anarchist in me stirred... I felt like I wanted to break shit. And no, I don't usually get that feeling anywhere else. There's a DJ spinning interesting tunes, and drinks are cheap.
This place reminds me of good ol' Wall Berlin back in Berkeley that no longer exists. When my friends would visit from LA, I'd take them here to see, um, interesting people that they don't see. I'm glad I have a Wall Berlin equivalence here to bring future tourists!
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I haven't been in here for a few years so I thought I should check it out. In the past this place had been moderately busy but just like everything else cool in the Mission it's now over run with hipsters.
I don't mean this in the crusty old man sense but the music was too loud. This not a night club, there is no dance floor, there's no reason for the music to be so loud that you have to yell at the person next to you to be heard. After a while with the music already too loud the DJ comes over and turns it up louder. I yell "yeah that was the problem, the music wasn't loud enough". Of course he didn't hear me.
There were a couple of girls sitting next to me at the bar and every hipster in the place came by to talk to them. One guy jammed himself in between us with his ass rubbing against me. I asked if he'd be more comfortable sitting on my lap, he answered "I don't think so" completely dead pan. Do hipsters not get sarcasm?
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Cool location, nice red lighting gives it a real dive bar grimey feeling. Cheap drinks, but that means cheap alcohol.
Cheap vodka made me throw up my intestines all over Mission Street. Meh.
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Have always thought this was a decent bar until Saturday night. DJ Not Cool comes on and starts spinning yacht rock. Every single song had a sax solo in it: an '80s ,soft-rock, sax solo. I hated this music when I was 10 years old and would have to listen to it in the dentist's office and I hate it now. And I don't care what you say in your review, you do too. If you don't there is something beyond wrong with you. And I've got to believe the DJ hates it also. Oh my god, I am so damn ironic, I play the worst music ever and piss most of the bar off and clear out the place. Okay Andy Kaufman. How is this a good idea? I was with three other people and we all agreed we couldn't take another minute of it and left, as did most of the other people who were there: emptied out on a Saturday night in the Mission. Awful. Awful. Awful.
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After spending a Monday night in The Attic, it just might be my favorite bar in the mission. The snazzy blinking red 'Open' sign is a beacon as soon as you step off the 24th/Mission bart. Talk. About. Luxury.
I didn't try the happy hour drink specials (which go all night sundays and mondays), but if well drinks and throwing up are your thing, you might love this place.
My cohort and I grabbed 2 beers and navigated the narrow passageway against the bar to the sweet den area in the back, which is riddled with dark corners and alcoves; a beautiful thing for Irish people and vampires who share an equal disdain for light.
The kicker: KARAOKE. Seriously? So fucking seriously. The crowd, which consisted of really good-natured, friendly people, and a particular group of drunk-ass girls, enchanted me with songs ranging from 'Copacabana' to 'Welcome to The Jungle'.
Oh, and it's true: Jen is an awesome bartender. When I brought attention to the fact that she's very highly praised on Yelp, she was ever so humble and nice about it. If someone told me I was really popular on the internet I'd probably give them the stink-eye and ask how the fuck they found that video I thought I deleted that shit months ago.
I'll be back for soul night (fridays[?]) and yacht music night... which sounds like something my parents might like.
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At the first bar of Christmas I bought myself for me:
One pint of PBR.
This bar is grimy, yo!
I love it....
Narrow bar set with enough shit on the walls to keep a loner interested for a few beers.
Nice little back area with a few booths and dj set for company.
Very, very dark - nice for doing things one wouldn't want in a picture.
Sleazy - it feels like Cincinnati.
All the things that make it wonderful and drive up the rating are the same things that make this place impossible to give five stars to.
Hey, if you're going to be "real", deal with the repercussions.
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the bar is small and cute in a filthy dive kind of way. the last time i was there i engaged in some random card game i didn't know the rules of with complete strangers, danced and drank like a rock star, ended up at an all night house party and met a cute euro boy who i briefly dated. hell yes!
i never remember the name or location, and always wonder where that damn bar that i really want to go to is....
have to confess i only wrote this review so i'll remember the name next time.
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Satan bless the Attic!
Friday night soul night in a non-packed bar.
Heaven.
Sometimes I judge too quickly because my almost 40 year old ass thinks I know it all. We were invited to stop for drinks at this place by new, younger hip clients of mine.
It was a no go for me walking in looking for them. Crowded, dark, a bit of street artwork all over.. haha. Hmmm went outside to smoke a cigarette whilst perusing the neighboring business's. (what the hell are those pink things across the street used for?) My clients came out to find us and talked me into going back in for a drink.
Glad I 'got over myself'.. it was fun. Ok we gals got the bar seats as our other half's had to either move up or back to the wall to let people pass. Ironically you can pass around pretty easily in there. There are some things on the walls that will pass asking the bartendar about. He did not look like the happiest fella in the world but assume with the eclectic crowd, that his chipper smile was not a priority. He works it. Delivers your drinks quickly, efficiently. Prices are just right.
It's a fun bar to take a few friends just to hang for a few drinks in a non foo foo environment. People watching, but everyone in there seemed sanely cool. We will go back if in the area:)
small dark super thin galleyway and bar 8 tables cool music
cool place.... but ugly crowd
another whole in the wall with great prices. I realize we went in on a Monday night, but can't beat $3 beers. Racer 5 (thumbs up). I think there was a special for $2 tecate and $4 mojitos. Good times though. Plus for the bartender because he was from upstate New York and played hockey as a youth. Excellent.
If you're ever sitting on a Bart train and get a case of the DT's, jump out at 24th St. station and run across the street to The Attic. It is, in my opinion, the best Bart-adjacent drinking establishment in the city.
The long, narrow bar opens up to a warm, cozy table space in the back. If you're in the back, expect it to be much like a real attic: very dark and balmy. A great place to chat with friends. Or ghosts. But if you're at the bar, your level of enjoyment is dependent on the crowd. If the place is packed with, say, the kind of folks who like to socialize in doorways or at the end of escalators, you may be screwed. The bar area is too small to congregate in, so you really only want to be in there with people who have that innate sense of personal space and of their relative importance in the universe.
The Mr. and I especially enjoy Tuesdays here. Not only because it's not too crowded, but because of the music. The DJ spins what he wants me to call "Soft Rock and Mellow Soul" (read: yacht rock). Plenty of Hall and Oats, Christopher Cross, Paul Simon, the Isley Brothers... right. You must be in the mood. But if you are, you will have a tremendous time.
CRITICAL POTTY UPDATE: On my last visit here, a bolt was missing from the toilet seat in the dame's lounge. Do you know what happens when a toilet seat bolt is missing? 'Cause I do. And there is not enough bleach in the world to rectify this sad situation. Hopefully that will get fixed soon, but you might want to check the seat out out before you put your full body weight on it... Or you will definitely end up wanting to boil your own butt.
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$4 margaritas for happy hour...and strong...no need to say anything else.
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Strong drinks, good music, and an interesting crowd. Atleast the night I went.
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It's so dark in here that you can't see much of anything. Which is either good or bad depending upon what you're looking to achieve here. So I can't really give any description of the decor, because on top of it being dark as hell in The Attic, I'm also generally pretty drunk when I'm here.
Beers are cheap and cold, so what more could I ask for? Douchebag hipsters at the end of the bar, shrilly yelling about the guy the are dating into their cell phone? Check! Eccentric dude that's done too much acid talking about his new yoga class? Check! Music that I've never heard before? Check.
$3 Anchor Steam? Oh yeah, bitches. They got that, too!
For optimal enjoyment, come here on a Sunday evening. That's what we did. There were just enough people to amuse me, but not so many that I felt like I was in the middle of a mass orgy while I made out with my dude at the bar.
Did I mention they have $3 Anchor Steam? Did I?!
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Mistakes I made before going to the Attic on the hottest night of the year:
Amber: too smokey
Zeitgeist: too crowded
Gestalt: too hot
Dalva: only had 1 (really weak) drink before the Marina invaded
I regret none of it because it made the Attic--one of my favorite dive bars--that much better. This is a great place to sit in a dark corner and get lost in a pint and not give a damn if your back is sweating because it's that fucking hot. (Plus it's so dark, no one can really see you anyway).
Last Saturday there was an impromptu guitar battle and one Alanis Morissette-looking dude got so excited he started breaking bottles. Hot.
You never quite know what you're going to get at the Attic, but a good time is lurking in the shadows somewhere. Just watch for broken glass.
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I have a special place in my heart for the Attic. I adore Jen, the bartender, who serves some of the stiffest drinks in SF, and my pal Keith is known to spin a fantastic "yacht rock" night there as well. The red lights and the small booths make it the perfect spot for last call, when you are looking for a "last call" of your own, if you get my drift.......
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Dark, divey, heavy metal DJ, and cheap-ish beer ($3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (on Sundays, anyway). 'Nuff said.
Oh, cash only, kids.
Whoever says this bar is dark and grimy clearly has not been to Pops bar down the street. Overall, a laid back vibe for regulars and newbies alike who enjoy a good, stiff drink. Their happy hour ROCKS and the bartenders are always on point. During an emotionally trying time, heading over to the Attic is like visiting an old friend with a talent for pouring manhattans. Minus one star for all those tables in the back. I'm convinced it would make a great dance floor.
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fun times
whiskey sours
I dont even have to order them anymore
gold fish!!!
dude i love the ambiance whats wrong with it??
Have a margarita here. Cuz I said so. Another standard mission dive bar. Cheap dranks. It's dark and tiny and I love it.
Well, you at least FEEL like you're in an attic, that's a plus right?
All that meaning it's small, it's crowded, there's junk stapled to the damn wall and ceilings that are meant to look like some abandoned attic in a haunted house, there's graffiti everywhere, even on the damn toilet in the bathroom. What?
There are people everywhere when you go. It's dark as hell in there. They play music I've never even heard of. The last time I was there, people were doing some spastic-ass dance movements to the point where it looked as though there were trying to ram their heads into the ground, and I kept getting elbowed in the back by some ridiculous-looking chick with those stupid Kanye West glasses.
Yeah, no.
Narrow enough that Jerrod would have never been able to walk from the front to the back without the help of Subway, super fucking crowded and you can't get a drink. This place has become too popular for its own good.
Other than that this bar is tops!!!
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Generally I like this place because the atmosphere is dark and lovely, the alchohol selection is good, and the location is convenient (near BART).
However, I was there fairly early on a Friday night and was blown off by the male bartender, who was more interested in chatting with his friends than looking down the bar to see me waving my money for 10 minutes. So I left, because if he had no time for me, he wasn't going to get my hard earned cash, simple as.
But I will definitely be back, only when that guy's not working.
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Q: What's worse than being surrounded by the acrid stench of vomit?
A: Being in a sweltering, muggy room surrounded by the acrid stench of vomit - so that when you sweat, you feel that the moisture on your skin is now attaching the stink to you.
Ew. It's dark, muggy, stinky and sticky here. Based on that, you'd think it has all the elements of a decent dive-bar. However, it's way too crowded with young hipster types to be a proper dive-bar. (Dive-bar must-have: muttering old guy, possibly with plumber's butt sitting at the end of the bar.) They earned an extra star for the female bartender on Thursday and the good drink prices.
The short: it was an alright place to meet up, but was happy to leave and will not be racing back there anytime soon.
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Chillaxin low-key vibe,
Feels like your leaving life, going on a ride,
Dark corners lit by dim red lights,
Funky lamps, nothing too bright,
Long narrow hall leading to a small back space,
People minglin all in good taste,
Mingus and Jeff spinnin cool tunes and beats,
Gets me up dancin on my feets,
Leave whatever BS attitude at the door,
Come in and enjoy the vibe and more.
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Sheee. I can't afford NOT to be drinking here. They are practically giving this shit away for free. Manhattans, $2.50. Happy hour goes till 8:00. Two steps from the BART station, which means I will be there, well, pretty much always.
Also, perhaps my favorite interior decor in a bar ever.
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I ventured here with Karen K the other night. I thought we were meeting up with one or two other yelp people. I get inside, and it's like, half of the people on my friends list and their mothers. Damn.
Yes, yelp is becoming more and more cult-like by the week. My old friends are starting to worry. They think I might become brainwashed and drink some poisoned cool-aid. No no, I say! I might get a roofie in my beer, But definitely not poison in my cool-aid! Yelpies are nice people!!
So yeah, the Attic is DOPE. Love a divey bar with a dance floor. Mingus is an awesome DJ. He spun some funky old school shit and the dance floor was ON FIRE. Hot Stuff. Like a strip of bacon frying on an open fire, seriously sizzling.
Oh, and Stella on tap yipppeee.
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Oh my god. OMG!!!
Of all the things that really have me excited about my new home in the Mission...
My proximity to the Attic probably tops the list.
I'm going to be living in a great big sandwich of seedy Mission dive bars, and if that sandwich were a delicious, salty mortadella on ciabatta with pepperoncini, then the Attic would be the ooey-gooey slab of melting provolone (hey -- an almost-vegan can dream, can't she?).
The Attic doesn't even know what's coming... I'm moving in, people. MOVING IN! And I'm not just talkin' about moving into the NEIGHBORHOOD. It's so dark and cramped (and AWESOME!) in this bar, I'm just gonna take my booze in the corner with me and curl up and nest and NEVER LEAVE.
And the next day they'll find me, and they'll be like, "WTF?!" But then they'll squint, and maybe they'll shine a flashlight on me, and be like, "Oh, it's just her again..."
Because I'm sure they're stumbling on people ALL THE TIME in the nooks and crannies of this place, just like Clark Griswold stumbled on his "Happy Mother's Day 1984" gift for Ellen in the attic in "Christmas Vacation" right before he accidentally locked himself in and had to wear a towel on his head and old lady gloves to keep warm for hours while he watched old home movies until everyone came home from shopping...
Ha ha.
Where was I?
And yes, I'll confess -- this IS the only bar in San Francisco that I HAVE ever fallen asleep in. Already. And YES, someone out there has a photo.
3336 24th Street. That's my new address.
Good times ahead.
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Gimme a "D"!
"D"!
Gimme an "I"!
"I"!
Gimme a "V"!
"V"!
Gimme an "E"!
"E"!
Whazzat spell?
DIVE! Now get out of my bar before someone thinks we allow cheerleaders in here.
This is my new favorite beer dispensary. The bartenders are sweethearts with tatts and the patrons are unpretentious and fun.
(Disclaimer: I am not a cheerleader, nor have I ever been a leader of cheer. I assume there are no restrictions on cheerleaders on the premises.)
Gooooooo, Attic!
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Where do I begin? This was my first foray into the Yelp events and well, I was a bit skeptical. I had heard about the "wild and crazy" , "touchy/feely" yelp events, but everyone was so nice and I'm happy to report that everyone kept their hands to themselves. Well, almost everyone, I can't say I snuck a squeeze here and there;).
I love quirky places. Where else can you see a tricycle, gaudy lamps, and a mannequin splattered in blood hanging from the ceiling- well, aside from my grandma's attic:). I mentioned to Matt K. that if a psycho killer was hunting me down, the mannequin would be the perfect hiding place.
I got to witness some impressive dance stylings from:
Joy in SF- love the Pussy Cat Doll Chair dance
Karen K.- Damn girl- shake that ass, show me what you got!
Luis- I can't dance- Yeah right!!!
People kept handing me drinks- from what I was told, they were cheap. Keep 'em coming folks, keep 'em coming!
I gave it an extra star b/c Mingus was spinning some fatty ole beats!
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