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I wish it was closer to the BART so I could go here all the damn time. I love Treat Street, even with their disgusting bathrooms, dodgy clientele, no-nonsense bartenders, replay-ready pinball, and cheap Pabst.
It was one of the first bars I came to in San Francisco, and I'm glad. It's not too much of a stretch to say that Treat Street is one of the reasons I considered the Bay Area a palatable place to live.
1 Fat Tire + 1 Red Stripe + 1 PBR= $9
Not bad, not bad at all.
Pretty gnarly, but in the best way possible. Any bar that offers free popcorn wins by my (slutty) standards, even if it's crawling with hairs and herpes. Dudes, it's free! And I guarantee you won't care after taking the 87 mandatory shots of Jack that Treat Street provides, plus another 100 cold cans of PBR to wash it all down. De-lightful.
As the biggest dead animal lovin', yet non-animal eatin' motherfucker, the bountiful taxidermy enhances the sleazy ambiance ten-fold. And when the rosy-cheeked 20-year-olds at Pop's get a little too hyper, Treat Street provides both the closest and most tore-up sanctuary to cleanse oneself in. . . or to contract ye olde gonorrhea, but we're all adults here.
As you step for the first time into the shadowy main-room of this 24th Street institution, you'll quickly understand why, for many Mission locals, this is a preferred spot to NOT be seen. Whether you are on the lam, being stalked by an ex or avoiding your bookie--Treat provides a welcome sanctuary.
If getting drunk on the cheap is your calling, this joint has your back--offering $2 pints of Busch and the ever popular Red Neck Special, which consists of a bottle of PBR and a shot of Jim Beam for a measly five bucks.
Boasting one of the finest jukeboxes in the city, you can get boozy to the strains of '70's punk, jangly old-time country and the best in cretinous cheese-metal. The bar staff generally manages to remain friendly despite the steady stream of chaotic antics from the neighborhood riff-raff. If you have a taste for slurping suds amongst desperate loners, surly hipsters and foul-mouthed barflies, then this is your refuge. Conversly, if you're itchin' to strut around in your brand-new pastel striped button-up shirt and line up some action, well, good luck to ya, sailor.
Lets get fucking bombed dude. God damn, this is a great bar to hide out in for awhile and talk about that band that you are forming that is gonna be like wild stalions in 'Bill and Ted's'... all you need is Carlin and a phone booth!
I used to know a dude that worked as a bartender here. He was cool and never made me pay for too many drinks. He got me so wrecked that I have yet to remember leaving this spot.... ever. That is how good it is.
Watch out as you exit the mens room, there is a step to get down... if you miss it you will trip and you forehead will land on the corner of the pool table... did I see it happen? No, there was too much blood in my eyes.
God, I miss this place. God, Please create a Treat St and a bar to sit on it on the east coast. Perty pleazz? Make it dirty and cumfy, with random dogs running really fast to catch coasters, and candles that are dumpsterdived every few months or so. Oh, plzzzz.
NYC probably used to have places like this in the old days/ Now it's just like the Mars bar with its fake graffiti and old lecherous men hitting on the barbie dolls.
I have so many great memories of Treat St. Bar that it's hard to write a review. Many drunk men with one eye, or ripped t-shirts that say things that I think refer to rugby or something, or old matronly ladies, have hit on me with friendly conversation and loud laughter. I only received attitude from occasional women bartenders who scrutinized my ID, but other than that, this place is a riot haus. Enjoy it, SFer bastuhds!!
Interesting clientele. Dominatable jukebox. Relatively painless transactions. The only bar where I ever saw double and thought it was an excellent diversion.
Bonus Tip - A small and secret stash of exotic rooted beers which, depending on the tender, they will pour into your glass of Jameson with a minimum of wisecracking / ballyhoo / smirking.
Jukebox / Patron Pointer : If the night is slow, saunter over to the jukebox and pony up Devo "Girl You Want"... Don't know if it's the clientele, the Tecate specials or the primal urges such a tune drags to the surface, but suffice it to say that I managed to start barfights in this establishment with that ditty on two seperate but equally hilarious occasions... Drips on down, indeed...
This place is really close to my house, which automatically gives it one star. I know, that's pretty arbitrary, but I'm not inclined to go cross town for many bars, and I definitely wouldn't for this one.
But I like it, warts and all. I've always gotten along with the bartenders, though some of them take seemingly FOREVER to finish their stories and get your drinks. It's dirty, and at times, super skanky...
It's a dive bar, people. If you're in the neighborhood and in the mood for it, take a stab. If you don't like dirty dives, don't bother.
Ross quit bartending, which means I have no reason to go the Mission Bar anymore. I felt like an abandoned farm animal UNTIL I went to the Treat Street bar. I live on 24th but have always thought this and Pop's were for crusty hipster types. But, I was wrong. I think I've found my new home.
Within 10 minutes of being there, they had played Maiden, tons of Hank Williams, Thin Lizzy, AND Bon Scott era AC/DC.
Sweet bar, and the people seemed cool. The bartenders looked like beauty school dropouts-turned-strippers.
So fucking burly.
I heard the dudes from Thieves just bought it. Thank christ.
One of my favorite bars in the Mission. Professional drunks abound, it's dark even on sunny days, and there's always some sort of public craziness from one of the patrons if you stick around long enough. Life's rich pageant unfolds, Bukowski style. Striped shirts beware, you will most likely be laughed out of the joint.
Best jukebox in S.F. The Buccaneer comes close, but the mix CD with Os Mutantes and that one David Bowie song that I can't remember the name of gives Treat St. an edge. And I met my new favorite song there tonight - Chewbacca by Supernova. Who knows where I've been all these years? The dogs are great even though they rebuffed all my advances, the sheisty mutts! And I love the Sunday night bartender grrrl. Anyone who has the mettle to wear a strawberry-patterned midriff tube top in a bar full of Viking beards and leather is all right by me. The whole place has a warm, happy, community watering hole feel, facilitated by jukebox bonding. You dig it the most.
Animal heads, power tool races, pool table, pinball, photo booth, friendly staff and crazy patrons. These are just some of the reasons to love this long-time favorite dive. On any night things could get crazy, and more than a little bit wild. Just recently I exited the photo booth to find the whole bar topless. It was like MTv spring break, but instead of co-eds it was a few thirty somethings, a sweet old lady, a fifty year-old Phillipino named Fernando, another old dude with a white afro and not too many teeth, and the long time SF resident hula hooper. I'd say it was a typical night.
Shady drug den. Cheap drinks and a photo booth, so I'm down with that. But I'm not so much down with being harassed by homeless men while I try to enjoy a cocktail.
Tonight my roommate and I went there and the bartender (GB?) was extremely drunk and it was her birthday and there were fake British accents and shots for everyone. The jukebox was playing rock and roll and there were some older people sitting at the end of the bar and everyone was just yelling, always yelling. I wish I had more stars to give.
This is where all those people in Bob's Country Bunker would drink if they moved to contemporary San Francisco. It's the kinda place you'd bring your Polk/North Beach friends when you want to show them what REAL drinking is about; namely, a place where it's equally acceptable to have a few rounds with your friends as it is to sob uncontrollably at the end of the bar, with a bottle of PBR and a shot of Jim flanking your trucker-hat-from-way-before-they-got-popular-again -adorned head. Plus, when you bring them here, it'll be way easier to get them to go to Zeitgeist and the like, because "as least this is better than that horrible place you brought us to in the Excelsior!" (FACT- North Beach drinkers don't know where the Excelsior is.)
Treat is one of my secret spots! Its cheap, great tunes, pool in the back, friendly regulars and great taco's across the street. Always a good time at Treat. Good for parties too!
I walk past this place a few times each week. I have never gone in--too scared-y.
cool little dive bar, oddly spacious with tons of room between the bar and tables. Taxidermied animals galore, with stuffed chickens, turkey, deer. A punk Mission crowd, plus a lady with a walker!
First of all- the place is OPEN. New owners, same clientele. It's a little grungy, but everyone in there seems like they are regulars. I stopped in for a quick drink during happy hour and it was the best $4 spent! My drink was more bang for my buck and the couple in the corner of the bar singing - You give love a bad name- made my evening!
You want a den of darkness where you can drink with the animals? Treat Street is the bar. A spot where you can drink without pretense or just listen to an excellent jukebox as your vision gets fuzzy and you start talking to furry heads on the wall.
Really friendly staff and even friendlier customers. Usually has dogs in it, but unlike the Toronado knows how to keep them off the tables. Great neighborhood vibe.
The Redneck Special. A can of PBR and a shot of Jim Beam for only $5. Any time, all the time. If you're looking to get soused for cheap and feel it the next day this is the dive bar for you.
Even if you are a celebrity looking for a real bar experience, you can tuck in here and get a drink and no one would take notice of you! This place has all the ambience of a biker bar east of 101 without the threat of getting your ass kicked! A shot of Jim Beam and and PBR again please...
Growing up in Northern Wisconsin this place makes me feel right at home, no pretense just a place to sit and drink.
If you're looking for a water hole in the Mission (not the Marina), Treat Street is a great spot. Well let me re-phrase that, it's a great place to get cheap drinks, play some pool and admire the some 35 ( Yes I've tried to count them!) or so taxidermied fish, squirrels, mice (indeed mice) and other natural oddities. Oh yeah and the jukebox has a great rock selection! Nice.
Treat Street is great. All I can tell you is that it's a dive, it's dark, dirty and loud. If you are looking for a hook up ar "hotties" this might not be the place for you. However, if you are looking for a down to earth place with real people and super nice bar tenders this is it. They always have great shot and beer deals, and their print ads are hella funny. There is always a good contingent of career drinkers at the corner of the bar, think what you may but those people are the salt of the earth and they have worked harder in their lives than you probably ever will.
If you're looking for the best dive bar in the city, this is it. AMAZING juke box, pool table, photo booth, great beer selection, random homeless people and dogs wandering the bars and sleeping on the floors. It's near some of the classic Mission murals, too. I love this place.
Yeah bitches I know it's not Treat but the signs still up. When it was the ladies room was the cleanest in the Mission since no chicks were ever there. Be careful when you are a chick every guy will try to bang you. but I miss it so.
they don't make bars like treat anymore in the city. you won't find any scenesters and hipsters here. this is a tough, old-fashioned watering hole that comes with various dead animals and weapons of mass destruction on the wall. it was somewhat intimidating as my friends and i walked in here for the first time. the bar regulars greeted us a long look over their shoulders as if they were saying, "go back to your comfortable wine and cheese haunts before anyone gets hurt." it didn't matter to them that we prefer beer over wine. we sensed a fight brewing. so we immediately headed to the jukebox and selected a few classic rock songs that received a nod of approval from the regulars. whew! we dodged a bullet (no pun intended). now we can order beer and be merry at treat. so we thought... as we became more comfortable, we went over to the lone pool table to display our lack of skill. as a matter of fact, we were so bad that a single game took over 30 minutes. now the angry crowd was gathering and we knew that it was time to get the hell out...
although our experience was somewhat uncomfortable, i respect a place like treat. there's something alluring about a tough, old-fashioned watering hole. the drinks were also cheap and the jukebox was filled with music that has stood the test of time. kinda like treat. for that, treat gets 3 stars.
first things first: BEER IN CANS = 5 STARS
$2 for a can of tecate and you can blend right in with the stream of patrons who are constantly ducking out the front door to satisfy cravings for a cigarette and perhaps some additional vices. solid jukebox and the photobooth is spectacular. not only do you control the timing of the shots but the finished product comes out as a 4 x 4 color polaroid rather than the standard strip of 4 photos. decor is proto-hunting lodge cum dilapidated gin mill. if you have a spare set of hip boots|waders, you might consider donating them to the men's bathroom as a courtesy to all. i'm sure the guys i caught "in blowjobbus interruptus" would appreciate a way to keep the knees dry. random critters taxidermied all about, see if you can find the mouse with antlers. you'll never have to worry about bloviating dumbshits here, most patrons are too housed to speak in complete sentences. when you find yourself among the casualties, you can walk up the block to the less crowded "el farolito" and inhale a quesadilla that will send you off to dreamland with a smile.
enjoyable spot to get hammered. roomy interior, excellent jukebox, "the redneck special" (shot of beam + can of pabst), friendly bartenders and interesting clientele. plus, all the taxidermy you can eat. i want to live here.
one dive to rule them all. any place that has a redneck special but isnt filled with ironic trucker hats get points from me.
cheap booze, interesting crowd, good jukebox and proximity to my hood also major strong points. ive noticed people mentioning the filth of the bathroom, so i figure its a pretty good sign ive been here a few times and cant recall the bathroom that well. a large part of it is that prime treat time is when i stop in on my way home at the end of the night. theres usually some entertainment to be had.
not a wretched hive of scum and villainy as i'd imagined, but $5 for pabst+beam and a lot of taxidermy make it worthwhile. solid muzak.
this is a definition of wonky. weird stuff on the walls with a killer jukebox. beer is cheap.
Neighborhood: Mission
Category: Dive Bars
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