Park 77

This place is SO COOL!!! This place is so cool that the bouncer will treat you like you're the millionth dude he's refused entrance to a packed club in Miami that the entire Heat basketball team are attending after they've just won the championship. The best part is that it's so cool that you can't even order a drink on a Thursday night at a quarter to 9:00 because there's no bartender working behind the bar.

It's funny how the bouncer at this place is too cool to talk to patrons even when it's a quiet Thursday night in the summer. I reference the day of the week and the season because this bar is close to a college. It's also interesting how over time bouncers went from "How's it going?  Can I see your I.D., please?" to "I.D.s please," to not talking at all and pantomiming I need to check your I.D. by making a rectangular shape with their thumb and forefinger. I'm probably the one with the problem here though; I was cursed with being raised by people who have manners. Shame on me! Not only did this bouncer give us the I'm too cool to talk to you attitude, but after he "asked" for our I.D.s, he turned his head in a different direction and stared off into space like he had something incredibly important to focus on while making us wait five minutes with our I.D.s in hand. I looked in the direction he was staring off in and I didn't see anything going on. To get his attention back to the door he was supposed to be watching, I said, "Here you go." No response. Again, I completely understand that kind of attitude if you're running a business in a place where there's a line of people out the door waiting to get in, a place where the feeling is "this place is so awesome that even the bouncer can be a dick to you." I get it. They can afford to be that way and people will still come back. But when you're a sports bar on a Thursday night at 8:45PM during the summer, and there are only seven other people in a place that's about 5,000 square feet, you probably don't want to be a jerk to your customers because you have San Francisco rent to pay.

So, rude bouncer...  Alright, it's not enough to ruin my evening. We've all seen it before. It's not enough to steer me away from their huge selection of drafts I've been drooling over while Mr. Tough Guy made me wait. We get to the bar, and we gaze at the beautiful brown, amber, and clear libations waiting to be poured, lit up in all its intoxicating glory by the recessed lighting of this magnificent looking bar lined with a row of 15 brass levers which opened the gates to your favorite brew. It was as if this was the Wal-Mart of bars; massive, excessive, and carried everything you could think of.

Only one thing stood in our way... Where's the bartender? Have you ever seen the movie, "Coming to America"? It felt like that joke in the barber shop while the credits are rolling. ("Try the soup!" "What's wrong with the soup?" "Will you just try the soup?" "Ok, fine. Where's the spoon?" "AH HA!!!")

Ok, maybe they're out back getting another keg. Let's give them a few minutes... Let's decide on what we're gonna have. Have you decided? Yes, have you? Yes. Alright, where's that bartender? I don't know, cigarette break? Ok, let's give them a few more minutes... Where's that bartender? No idea. How long have we been waiting? I don't know 10, 15 minutes I think. Let's give it five more minutes and then we'll go. No, let's go now. There are seven people in this place, it's quiet, it's a Thursday night, and it's 9:05. There are plenty of bars in San Francisco that will gladly take our money. Yeah, you're right, let's go.

I'm never going back there. It taught me a very important lesson. Know your place in life. My place is in a non-pretentious hole-in-the-wall bar where I can actually get a beer.

Good local neighborhood and college bar (near SFSU, also gets some city college students). It has a laid back ...neighborhood vibe. Tuesday nights are karaoke nights so be prepared, other nights there are usually DJ s and then Saturday is live band nights.
Pool tables and beer pong available! Spacing could be better but, it works. Unfortunately darts and foozball table are no longer available. But multiple tv s are available for sports games, even one hanging outside on the patio.
Most everybody is friendly but do remember it is a neighborhood and not a raging hip bar.

Unless you are a university student this place isn't that great.

Pros:
Cheap beer
Plenty of space
Decent music depending on the dj

Cons:
Where do I start?

1) Patrons - Went on a Thursday night with a friend because her friend was working. That was a mistake as 95% of the people there were clearly 21-22 yr olds (who acted like they were 16 w/ fake ids) acting like they owned the place screaming like little school girls (think Marina type ex sorority girl/ex fraternity boy wannabes). One had the gall to puke near the bar top when the bathroom was maybe 25 ft away. Classy much? Same group also dropped a glass and acted like it was HILARIOUS. Another 2% were perverted old guys (you know the type - they stare at you and start to slink their slimy way over), but you tell them you're not interested and they at least leave you alone. So that left a slim 3% of cool people in the bar.

2) Bartenders - The only one that seemed to actually work was the friend. She was hustling behind the bar, taking care of things, managing her customers - total rockstar. The other one... He paid attention to the girls he thought he could score with (even though never in a million years would he be able to). The only thing I will say is that he did clean up the mess that one girl left near the bar top.

3) I feel this place leaves so much wasted space (there was enough room for additional hi tops and chairs) and not enough tvs to really be a sports bar. They probably cover the majors, but outside markets would probably be hard to come by on a busy sports night.

4) Knowing that <a href="/redir?url=http%3A%2F%2FKink.com&s=ae99f88811422dd8eb5dd2e08a1984aad4278c268018016f69daab3e2dce237f" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://Kink.com</a> films at this bar and it has a couch is such a turnoff. Watching people sit on the couch is enough to make you cringe. I'm amazed this place isn't called Park 69.

Given all that, I wouldn't bother going back unless the friend was working or someone paid me a good amount of money.