Categories:
Italian,
American (Traditional)
Neighborhood: SOMA
Category:
Mexican
Neighborhood: Mission
Categories:
Fast Food,
American (Traditional)
Neighborhood: Downtown Oakland
Category:
Pubs
Neighborhood: Jack London Square
Categories:
Nail Salons,
Skin Care
Neighborhood: Western Addition/NOPA
Categories:
Breakfast & Brunch,
Coffee & Tea
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San Francisco, CA
Yelping SinceJune 2007
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They are consistently under stocked. I have gone multiple times to find that they are OUT of BOURBON. I mean wiped out. there is nothing left but shit in plastic bottles and by now you should know my motto of 'If it bounces don't buy it.' My scariest moment there is when I have to go and get eggs. Why does it always look like a goddamn A Bomb went of in the 5 foot wide cooler where the eggs are? Which happens to be next to the same cooler that the beer is in by the way. In case you get LOST trying to find your damn eggs. Seriously, who created the floor map for this location.
I can just see some mom asking her 6 year old kid, 'Go get Mommy some eggs honey,' and the kid comes back scarred for life form the horrors that they have witnessed. eggs exploded all over the place, hipsters drinking from brown bags & sitting on 24 packs of PBR and a true alcoholic burping shame into the kids face. So sad.
For awhile things were looking up. They were staffed appropriately, employees made eye contact and the eggs were only in a mild state of disarray. It was as if corporate was in town or something. But this did not last. On my next visit it was business as usual in that place, straight chaos.