jack "one of those preachy vegetarians" p.'s Profile

I get mad when I'm hungry. And this stupid place has left me starving.  Food was 40 minutes late.  Forty minutes?  What the fuck? Maybe it's decent if you eat in. But DO NOT order delivery. & medore chow mein.

I haven't written a "nice" review in a while.  But wow, this place deserves it.  These folks serve up a delicious cheap udon noodle soup.

I just know you're going to come here and say, "shit look at this line, I'll just get a craptastic sandwich from Starbucks instead."  Don't do that, dummy.  The line moves, as they say, hella quick.

Waited 40 minutes for mediocre fish & chips.  Not worth it.

Cleanish bathroom.

Worst service ever. Go across the street to Nowhere instead of dealing with these assfaces.

Dear Cook at Grumpy's:
Screw you for doing such a piss poor job of making my garlic fries.

Dante says there are only 9 circles of hell. Maybe that was true back when he wrote the divine comedy, but alas things have changed.

The Jack London Inn is, I promise, the tenth circle of hell. It's unclear what I did to deserve such punishment, but it must have been horrible. I don't recall torturing a litter of puppies, nor do I remember feasting on the brains of a yet still living child. Nonetheless, I must have done something on par to reap three nights in this awful place.

Upon arrival, a freight train greeted me at the door. Literally, freight trains roar past the Jack London Inn--they're not more than 10 feet from the front door. This, of course, was not my only experience with the freight trains; conductors maliciously sound the horns without regard to whether it is day, or more importantly, sometime between 11pm and 6am when the civilized world not staying at the Jack London Inn is asleep.

The carpet was old, appeared dirty, and was without a doubt STICKY. Yes, the carpet was sticky: super gross. The bathroom floor had the same attributes, although it was sticky enough that it made a noise each and every time I lifted my foot.

Speaking of the bathroom, in the shower I found a couple goodies. I discovered a half empty shampoo bottle and a used bar of soap complete with PUBIC hair. That sure brightened by stay.

I stayed three nights in the hotel, the maid cleaned the room exactly once. This lack of service was surprising considering the second floor was practically vacant.

A fitness class was conducted outside of my room from approximately 6:30-9pm. When I write, "outside my room" I literally mean that upon looking through the peephole I watched a person use a jump rope not 2 feet from my door. Do you know what a jump rope sounds like? THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD. Along with the jump roper I also got to listen to the man leading the show's  encouragement to the exercisers, as well his motivational music about blaming something on the alcohol. Needless to say, it was miserable and quite weird.

I'd like to close with the graffiti. Not graffiti on the building, rather there was graffiti inside of my hotel room. Yes, on the inside of my hotel room. Two walls and on the headboard. Nothing makes me sleep sounder than the fear that a knife wielding maniac is going to knockdown the door and slowly skin me alive.

What did I learn from this trip? That if I failed the Bar I can blame it on Jack London Inn, and if I have to retake the Bar, I will not be staying at the Jack London Inn. What did you learn from my trip? That you shouldn't even consider staying here.

The people who work here are awful. Now, I'm not saying they are rife with sexually transmitted diseases, nor am I saying  they have the mental capacity of the taco bell dog. Nope, I'm just saying they're huge douchebags.

Skim a few reviews and you'll notice a trend: people like being able to drink outdoors, the tamale lady comes occasionally, and the employees are miserable fucks.

If you want to deal with San Francisco's largest douchebags, by all means, go to Zeitgeist. Savor the douche.

Could be better, could be worse, could probably be more appropriately located in Pac. Heights or the Marina. Kinda looks like they're going for a: "semi-classy and food beyond burritos" Mexican place (disclaimer: I waited outside with the dog, so I only really peaked in).

The burrito tasted fresh, and I enjoyed the crispy rather than greasy tortilla. However, after being asked over the phone whether I wanted green or red chili and spicy or mild, disappointment came over me like a wave when the "spicy green chili" appeared neither green nor spicy. Sigh.

Outside seating seems nice, although it's on Fulton, so you may taint your foods with a mouthful of car exhaust.

Tasty and cheap. they offered a delicious bao bread  a sandwich for $0.95.  Yes that is correct, ninety-five cents.

I think the chair I was sitting in was a bit uncomfortable and wobbly. Nonetheless, great shop, dirt cheap prices, in a clean environment.

These people are rude. This place is a shit box. I've a feeling they're a little bitter for attending such a pathetic undergrad that they're taking it out on those of us forced to use the services occasionally.

I go to the law school which is marginally less pathetic than attending this assbox for undergrad. They send an email when books are due. I checked out a book, however, they sent no email until I racked up $20 worth of late fees. Same thing happened to a friend over the same 24 hour period. They neither removed the charges nor apologized. Screw this place.