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I came in with a couple of friends last night (monday, 08/10/09) and the bartender, or should I say a clueless drink pourer had no Idea how to make drinks yet he was able to over charge us for them also. If you're into the whole untamed scene then this is the place to go. My friend kinda felt discriminated towards there also, being that he's not the typical leather/muscle/bear that work and go there. Not my kind of bar but I can see why some people would find this place enjoyable.

The Empress of China lacks.... alot, but lacking a view it is not.  As soon as I walked in, I got the feeling that I stepped into a 1980's chinese restaurant. The decor is that over exaggerated 80's furniture complete with waves (more like a tsunami) of jade and red complete with waiters dressed in a colorful 80's suit, tie, and a fake smile.  The food was bland and not impressive in any way (maybe it gets better at dinner?? Don't think I'd check back tho.) Slightly pricey but then again you are paying for that view.  Entertainment Plus: check out the photos of all the famous people that ate there and haven't been important since the 80's.

So this review contains mentioning of a poopstain and if this word or any other words similar to the mention of a poopstain offends you, please stop reading now. My friend and I needed to go back to Sacramento and since we didn't want to keep crashing with our friends there we decided to find a hotel and that hotel was the Capitol Plaza Holiday Inn.  The drive to Sac from the bay was nice and the check-in process was more than entertaining with Georgia manning the check-in desk.  We get to our room and decide to partake in the pool they have on premises because living in SF you don't get regular access to a pool on a hot day.  The small pool, however, was filled with 6-7 little kids playing water football, so we decided to forgo the pool for the time. (The kids turned out to not even be checked in to the hotel because we found them panhandling later down K street.)  So we decided to meet up with friends, go to dinner, and then go out drinking. Upon our return to hotel, after quite a few cocktails, we start getting into our beds and as I pull back my comforter low and behold there it was.. a rather large poopstain staring me right in the face.  Now this poopstain appeared to be the possible leftovers of someones sexual encounter or perhaps maybe someone the night before could have sharted but due to its location on the sheet and the dinstinct color I am 95% sure it was a poopstain. So I decided to call the front desk and at the very least have someone change the sheets but what I got at that moment was some guy who knocked on the door, handed me a sheet, and left.  Having a few drinks in me and not wanting to waste any more of my sleep time I got to work on changing the bed but my friend was not having this and demanded I stop changing the bed and began calling the front desk. He explained to whoever answered that he didn't think it was appropriate to have someone change their own sheets when they weren't the person who created the mess. That and the room should have been clean in the first place. The person on the phone said they were sending someone else up.  What I encountered at the door was a woman who began looking and speaking to me as if I had created this poopstain Believe me, if I was the one who created this poostain I can assure you that I would be too embarassed to call the front desk and decide to share it with them.  Along with the woman was an older white haired security guard who shook his head at me as I explained that I changed my sheets myself and the entire time making me feel crazy for complaining of a poopstain.  The woman kept demanding to know what I wanted in compensation for this when actually I just wanted for someone to apologize and maybe bring me the proper sheet. My friend who had paid for the room intervened and said pay for our movie and breakfast and we're good so that is what they did. Despite my initial pleading to take care of it in the morning.  Overall not the best experience in the world because the breakfast we got was mediocre and had been sitting out too long anyway.

So this review contains mentioning of a poopstain and if this word or any other words similar to the mention of a poopstain offends you, please stop reading now. My friend and I needed to go back to Sacramento and since we didn't want to keep crashing with our friends there we decided to find a hotel and that hotel was the Capitol Plaza Holiday Inn.  The drive to Sac from the bay was nice and the check-in process was more than entertaining with Georgia manning the check-in desk.  We get to our room and decide to partake in the pool they have on premises because living in SF you don't get regular access to a pool on a hot day.  The small pool, however, was filled with 6-7 little kids playing water football, so we decided to forgo the pool for the time. (The kids turned out to not even be checked in to the hotel because we found them panhandling later down K street.)  So we decided to meet up with friends, go to dinner, and then go out drinking. Upon our return to hotel, after quite a few cocktails, we start getting into our beds and as I pull back my comforter low and behold there it was.. a rather large poopstain staring me right in the face.  Now this poopstain appeared to be the possible leftovers of someones sexual encounter or perhaps maybe someone the night before could have sharted but due to its location on the sheet and the dinstinct color I am 95% sure it was a poopstain. So I decided to call the front desk and at the very least have someone change the sheets but what I got at that moment was some guy who knocked on the door, handed me a sheet, and left.  Having a few drinks in me and not wanting to waste any more of my sleep time I got to work on changing the bed but my friend was not having this and demanded I stop changing the bed and began calling the front desk. He explained to whoever answered that he didn't think it was appropriate to have someone change their own sheets when they weren't the person who created the mess. That and the room should have been clean in the first place. The person on the phone said they were sending someone else up.  What I encountered at the door was a woman who began looking and speaking to me as if I had created this poopstain Believe me, if I was the one who created this poostain I can assure you that I would be too embarassed to call the front desk and decide to share it with them.  Along with the woman was an older white haired security guard who shook his head at me as I explained that I changed my sheets myself and the entire time making me feel crazy for complaining of a poopstain.  The woman kept demanding to know what I wanted in compensation for this when actually I just wanted for someone to apologize and maybe bring me the proper sheet. My friend who had paid for the room intervened and said pay for our movie and breakfast and we're good so that is what they did. Despite my initial pleading to take care of it in the morning.  Overall not the best experience in the world because the breakfast we got was mediocre and had been sitting out too long anyway.