Kat "the way you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed" F.'s Profile

Don't be a fool and put your name down for a table. Waits here rival those in the Queue Capital Of The World (San Francisco) otherwise. Just hover around the bar and grab a first come, first served seat once it becomes available.

I enjoyed the veggie version of the "Clutch" - a four cheese burger with cheddar, swiss, monterey jack and smoked gouda for $13. My double ex-boyfriend, the only person I've ever dated with absolutely horrifying taste in music, FYIed me that the burgers here are all named after famous metal bands. Surely I could have ordered a burger whose namesake had more musical cred, like maybe Mastodon, Pantera or Iron Maiden, but alas, the Clutch burger was calling my name from the moment my rump touched the barstool. Apparently Clutch are from Maryland and have released nine albums - sadly I have never heard a single note of their "funk metal" classics. The delicious burger lived up to its hype and moments after chewing the last bite I was in a meat (analogue) coma.

Service was surprisingly great, especially considering the place was packed to the gills with surly, hungry men. Seriously, there was so much testosterone in the joint any time someone brushed past a little too closely I thought a fight was going to break out. It was like a pressure cooker of ornery tasmanian devils ready to strike at any moment.

This review is for the disorganized pharmacy only.

I had a terrible experience here. Misleading wait times, and I bore witness to a minimum of 10 prescription fills for Oxycontin and Methadone, the latter of which the pharmacy actually ran out of. Just to give you an idea of the characters that frequent the back of this drugstore. Two separate, reeking homeless people with the requisite San Francisco foot injury pushed past me in the line when I deigned to make my way forward in the generally accepted queue order that I thought to be standard in North America (also known as "first come, first served"). The customers became surprisingly agile when it came to fighting their way to the front of the line, but otherwise remained completely immobile. I swear these aircasts are props.

As others have said: the waiting area is a free-for-all. There are no clearly demarcated lines and the people waiting aren't exactly Mensa hopefuls, so confusion abounds.

The first cashier told me they were out of my medication but that they'd give me a short supply. The second cashier, who despite standing less than ten feet away from the first one, didn't know anything about it. She told me it'd be ready in 5 minutes, but 90 minutes later it still wasn't ready. I saw the woman holding the jar and counting out the pills so I have no idea what took so long. When I approached the counter for the final time to inform the cashier that I was leaving for class, she rolled her eyes and pre-emptively scolded, "I'm not ready for you yet. You'll get a text when your prescription is ready." I left empty-handed, and naturally five minutes later got a text alerting me to the prescription being ready. When I picked it up, it was for the full amount, which is curious since 90 minutes earlier the story alternated between "we don't carry that drug" and "we're out of stock."

On the plus side, the hair care aisle is now completely faced and I can tell you exactly where to find mineral oil, Wake Ups and almonds thanks to my 90 minute stroll through the store.

I'll be taking my future prescriptions elsewhere.

After an unfortunate incident wherein I found myself at an Airbnb apartment equipped with bachelor-esque amenities (bottle of Head & Shoulders + used bar of soap), my scalp was literally itching for a professional blowout and some TLC courtesy of a round brush and fierce scalp massage.

I was able to make what essentially amounted to a walk-in appointment (I called an hour before closing) after searching for blowouts in Wicker Park on Yelp, and Shelly did me soooo right. She gave me a perfect blowout that resulted in four days' worth of compliments and inquiries into my hair colour, cut (of which I hadn't had either at Robert Jeffrey), probably thanks to the thorough washing and smoothing Shelly gave me.

Once my hair was dry and sleeker than I'd seen in months, Shelly noticed I needed a bang trim so she gave me a quick one (my bangs have never looked better!) and then had the nerve to only ring me up for $35 for the whole shebang (I'm assuming $30 for the shoulder-length blowout and $5 for the trim). An absolute steal, and you can bet when I return to Chicago for summer music fests I'll be paying this salon another visit for a blowout!

I shan't mince words: Wine Jar was awfully mediocre and the only reason I visited was because the wait at Fat Angel was too long. In fact, I'm sure this is where most of Wine Jar's business comes from, judging from the reviews.

Aloof, inattentive service.

Terrible music (Crazy Frog, Pitbull and Katy Perry all made appearances).

Wine is overpriced, but then again it is at most bars - the next day I purchased a full bottle of Torii Mor Pinot Gris for the same price that Wine Jar charges for a glass.

My drinking companion found half a cork floating in her glass of wine, but we didn't dare further disturb or inconvenience our waiter's work shift with the news - getting his attention was like trying to clingfilm an earthworm, and the place wasn't exactly busy.

There's not much more you need to know.

I've been to 959 shows in my life and it wasn't until moving to San Francisco that I realized how lovely the music venues are in this city, particularly for smaller and midsized (500+ capacity) shows. The Independent is among these lovely spots to catch live music.

No nonsense entry, bouncers that actually have human qualities of kindness and employ the art of conversation, and an easily accessible location by multiple types of transit. Once inside, the layout is pleasantly set up for maximum show enjoyment. Sound quality is solid and the douche factor is very low. To top it off, ticket pricing is completely reasonable and many of the bands I enjoy choose to perform here when coming to town. I recommend signing up for The Independent's mailing list for most current updates. Enjoy the show!

I traipsed over to Judahlicious after I heard word that they served the elusive (to San Francisco) Açai Bowl. They offer two types of Açai Bowl here for $8 and $10, and I ordered the cheaper one thinking it would be a more reasonable portion, but I was wrong. While it was delicious, it took about 15 minutes to prepare (hmm - there's nothing to cook, really it's just a bowl assembly, so I don't know what the holdup was) and the portion was immense. The insides of my mouth were frozen by the time I made it 2/3 of the way through, so I saved the rest for later.

The staff here, just like my Acaí Bowl, moved at a glacial pace. From taking my order to preparing it, to getting a "to go" container, everything took about 10x as long as it should have. The stitch 'n' bitch-esque circle of girls huddled around the counter was more interested in peeling oranges and chatting with another than attending to the rare customer in the restaurant.

So, in short: come here if you're intensely craving an Açai bowl, but don't expect it to be served with speed or a smile.

Decent food at decent prices without the absurd brunch wait, and a lifesaver when  spending a sweaty weekend in the Chicago summer heat. I've enjoyed both sweet and savoury items here and neither disappointed - the two eggs with hash browns and toast were a steal at $5.25. My dining companion Damien S had a hard time confronting a piece of toast bigger than his head (http://www.yelp.com/bi...), which is a good thing if you come armed with an appetite.

Brunch is good but dinner is better. I took a chance on the Blackened Tilapia with cilantro-lime butter and whipped sweet potatoes and sautéed greens and I'm thrilled that I did - a total showstopper for only $11.95. The portion was HUGE.

Tons of great eye candy if you heart men.

This walkup counter is a solid option for daily lunch - you'll often encounter a line out the door but don't be discouraged, because really, there's nowhere else to wait but outdoors. The line moves quickly.

The cashier's partner-in-crime who calls out and preps the orders is curiously rushed when asking to take orders (you'll have scarcely finished ordering and she's already asking the next person in line what kind of soup they want) and I've always wondered what the hurry was...but yesterday when I dined here yet again, she was noticeably absent and the line moved at a glacial pace. I hope she just had the day off and hasn't left SF Soup Co. for good.

I usually stick to the Southwestern Corn Chowder or Middle Eastern Lentil since they're consistent classics, but there are about 10 soups total to choose from.

When I don't feel like waiting in an absurd line for my daily dose of caffeine (Four Barrel, Blue Bottle), this walkup counter is the perfect antidote. There's considerably less pretention here and I'm obsessed with handing over an extra $1 for the Sweet Tooth option cappuccino, which is truly the best option you can order. They have some cute looking baked goods that I haven't yet sampled (how could I, with Miette and Smitten so close by, there's certainly no lack of dessert options in Hayes Valley).

If they could hook up the eco lids that all the other cafés in the city have been adopting, I'd be thrilled. I'm excited to have a Ritual option that doesn't require me traipsing to the Mission!

Everything that's been said about this adorable little market is true. Order your food and then grab a seat outside on the patio or get it to go. Finding the entrance and parking was a little tricky but if you spot a local they'll point you in the right direction.

I made the bold decision to look past the ahi tuna wrap on the menu and order the mahi mahi version instead, which wasn't a mistake. Enormous portions and decent prices. The staff here was very friendly and accommodating and seemed to truly enjoy working at the market.

BYO and self-serve water.