Jere "Spock" K.'s Profile

Wow, the band we saw was okay, the crappy rapper wannabes really sucked. This drove me down to the smoking cage where I found myself watching truly terrifying acts of hetersexual mating rituals. Girls, does a guy totally invading your personal space and rambling on about obvios bullshit really impress you? Guys, is it just a game of averages... hit on enough women with the super-aggressive moves until someone bites?

Bleh. I might like this place on an off night.

Hmm, not bad. The Wild Mushroom and Whie Asparagus taster plate wasn't as great as it sounded on the menu, but everything else was great. I'll have to visit this one again some time.

Very cute. I've walked by this place several times on the way home from work and always think "free wi-fi, well, I should check it out sometime." Sometime finally came today as I needed a distraction- (read: TV-) free environment to get some work done.

The organic food was tasty... I had a vegetarian sandwich on foccasia, a mocha and a chocolate chip cookie. The lady working the counter today was super friendly, moreso than anyone I've ever ordered food from in San Francisco (and that includes the French waiter at Levende Lounge who went on and on about e. coli in spinach and on the skin of watermelons) before now.

Since today was Sunday, it was pretty slow in there through the afternoon, but I appreciated that it was quiet and laid back. Now, if only they had a patio or sidewalk seating where I could smoke, eat nummy food, sip latte drinks, and work on my laptop at the same time... then it would be perfect. At least the trade off is a two minute walk home.

Finally a gay bar where I feel comfortable. By fairly random chance, I ended up here 4 times in one week, enjoying the remarkably different crowds that can be found on different nights. The patio is comfortable, even on Saturday night, the crowd isn't too overwhelming, and most of the people I've met have been friendly.

The only reason I didn't give them 5 stars was the night I was there at closing time. First, a guy walks through the patio announcing "patio closes in 10 minutes." So, figuring I had time, I lit up one last cigarette. No sooner had I done so than another employee starts announcing "patio closes in 5 minutes." By the time I'd taken my third puff off the cigarette, the first employee had turned to my friends and I and said, "we're closing the patio now, can I get you to head back into the bar?"

When I shot back, "I thought we had 10 minutes left." The guy said, "nope, we're clearing it out now." I said, "I lit this cigarette when you announced ten minutes." "Well, you can smoke it up front right next to the entrance to the bar. We just want to get people moving because it will take us 10 minutes to get everyone out." Riiiiiiiight. I glanced around and saw a total of 5 other people left on the patio. Yup, clearly an unreasonable mob who would be stubborn and impossible to move. Yeah, I get that they were anxious to get out of there and end their shifts, but talk to me like an adult. Say, "we're closing the patio now" in the first place, rather than this "10 minutes" crap. I wouldn't have complained if they hadn't made a misleading announcement.

Well, I can't speak to the place on weekends, but I can imagine it getting scary/ugly/rude on Friday or Saturday.

My friends and I visited on Monday. That means we more or less had the place to ourselves for a while... except for a couple awesome bar dogs and their humans.

My favorite element... what really stands out in my mind more than the jukebox, pool or pinball... were the freakish paintings on the restroom doors. Oh, and the door frame ot the men's room was broken so that there was no way to lock it from inside. I could see that becoming problematic on a busy night.

I'm not very discriminating when it comes to sushi, but both times I ate here, I enjoyed it. Hey, and they've got a 50% success record on getting my order right on the first try, so that's something.

Well, okay, the location and price are right. Especially the Chinese Buffet and salad bar. There's nothing gourmet about the place, but the food isn't the worst I've tasted in the area.

So here's what you do... grab a styrophome container and load it up with a little of everything. Personally, I like the things you can't really mess up... sauteed mushrooms, stir fry veggies, fried rice. Some of the cold salads are okay, too, especially the one that involve bean-like stuff. The line can be a bit long during the lunch rush, so here's my handy advice...

GET YOUR F-CKING WALLET OUT WHILE YOU STAND IN THE LINE. Really, getting to the front of the line and then suddenly realizing only then that either money or credit cards are required to complete this financial transaction is a sure sign that you're an idiot. If you're going to wait in line for five minutes, how hard is it to prepare yourself for the end of that line at least a minute out? [/pet peeve]

I usually like to grab us stuff and wander off to some corner of the concrete jungle where I can eat and smoke away from the predators (i.e. Republican Senator Mark Foley).

I can't remember the last time I got drunk on two drinks. Of course, I still paid $16 plus tip, so it evens out in the pocketbook.

Spent much of the evening suppressing the urge to giggle. Spent the rest of the time trying not to yell, "Sing out, Louise."

Don't get me wrong, I loved the place, and will probably be back unless I get the impression that people are taking themselves too seriously. So long as the piano bar full of torch-song-singing queers are having fun and recognizing how ridiculously nostalgic/gay it is, I'm in.

Well, I've visited twice now and I'm exceptionally unimpressed. The food is fine, but only if you're lucky. See, as bad as I feel about he wait staff having to wear those stupid little paper hats, that doesn't excuse sloppy service.

The first time my friends dined there, asking for water produced a result not unlike asking the waiter to cut off his left testicle. When he FINALLY brought us water, he brought 4 glasses for a table of 7.

On the second visit, there was an amusing game of "is this what I ordered?" I actually got the tuna melt with fries that I asked for, but somehow "Diet Coke" sounds exactly like "Root Beer" in the strange acoustics of the joint. Other friends weren't even that lucky.

Speaking of acoustics... I get that they have this old-fashioned thing going on, but for the love of Allah, why can't they play more than 6 songs on the effen jukebox? No one wants to hear "Pretty Woman" more than twice during any meal.

Sure, the food is cheap and the location convinient, but that's all the place has to reccomend it.

So, it was late and some members of our party (me) wanted to drink and others (everyone else) wanted coffee. I ended up getting a mimosa and cheese fries.

Yeah, everyone sort of laughed when I ordered that combo, but it was color coordinated.

Anyway, the cheese fries were just like Mom makes them - soggy frozen fries from the bulk food store heated up in an oven then covered by some microwaved cheese sauce also bought at the bulk food store. What was acceptable when Mom makes it is totally not cool in a restaurant. The mimosa was not nearly alcoholic enough for my needs at the time. Maybe if I'd been drunk before coming in...

Apparently their shakes were good, as my friends seemed to enjoy them, but I wouldn't know. They didn't have a yellowish-orange flavor shack on the menu.

I guess it makes a decent late night option when boozing it up near the Castro.