Martinis and scotch won’t leave you wanting here, it’s all generously poured out. The mirror behind the bar lists the wines and beers available (all about $6-10). The prices and people are both friendly, and it’s full of 30-something neighborhood regulars — it’s small inside, making it super easy to say hello to someone new here. Skip out of work 15 minutes early to scoot in before seats fill up.
Here is a New York steakhouse at its best and most cheeky, going the extra step with juicy red meat served next to goose-fat potatoes, truffle cream spinach and the all-American baked potato piled high with cheddar, bacon, chives and sour cream. There’s a big, hearty red wine list to match. Inside, it’s a David Rockwell designed boudoir in red, with portraits of old school celebs, Viennese strippers and a signed one of Thurgood Marshall on the wall. This is boys night out.
Paleo, gluten-, dairy-, and nearly grain-free health food heaven on lower 5th. It may be overrun with post-workout yuppies in Under Armor and Lululemon creating an intolerable din, but don’t let that stop you from picking up a prepared “primal” kale salad, green juice, or organic Moroccan chicken quinoa bowl to go. This is food as fuel, and you’re going to feel good about it (even if your wallet winces).
Don’t come looking for “Miss Nancy.” Rather, name might just be invitation to childish drinking episodes. Madcap interior – deep red walls, bright yellow and pink wire chairs, hallucination-inducing artwork – evokes your cool parents’ 70’s basement bar. There’s even a cocktail named for Sir Elton’s “Tiny Dancer.” Bonkers.
As could be discerned from spelling of “moderne,” total throwback to 1930’s. Flogging Prohibition chic perhaps a few years too late, nevertheless pulls off Deco style with admirable flair. Old jazz fills the air, and cocktails play to theme – dedicated highball menu, classics like Moscow Mule and Sazerac. Swing it, kids.
Fitted into unremarkable Hotel G., might be most petite watering hole in SF. Project of former Big cocktail overlords Brian Felley and Mo Hodges, alchemy carries on here – with various levels of torching, smoking and oiling depending on season. Cozy space, with oysters as only pairing – so bring someone you’re hoping to swap sweat with.
Up from D.C., spunky makeup emporium dusts tasteful layer of body shimmer over Sephora’s turf. More intimate and carefully curated than the big S, stocked with the cultish likes of Darphin eye de-puffers and Molton Brown’s manly black pepper scrubs. Bobbi, Trish, and Laura fix department-store junkies. Slim house spa delivers outsized results. Waxing and kneading on tap, but facials, using in-store products, real reason to extend your retail journey.
This spectacular new Dior Homme boutique in San Francisco joins already existing freestanding DH stores in New York and Beverly Hills, but it nevertheless has the scale of a flagship. Indeed, spread over two floors and 2,200 square feet, the ground floor is sportswear and accessories, while upstairs is for gents who are looking to get all suited and booted. The subdued but striking chrome, white, and grey interior is meant to feel not unlike a posh Parisian bachelor pad. A Homme run.
Canadian brand known for retailing out of grocery stores tries something a little bit more upscale for its NYC foray. Oak accents meet signature orange shades inside Fifth Avenue boutique. Targets the general H&M, Gap, and Forever 21 shopper. Affordable sweaters, jackets, T’s, denim. Colorful fabrics speak to supermarket heritage, keep things looking fresh.