I've noticed this place Marlowe a couple of times walking around SoMa, so I decided to pop in the other day and see what it was all about. Marlowe is kind of a hole in the wall located across the street from the train station, however it offers a compact bar area with a nice selection of beer and wine. Due to my lack of ability to properly schedule my daily activities, it was already about 3pm when I got here and I still hadn't eaten a thing. Unfortunately I'd arrived too late to eat off of the normal lunch menu so my choices were limited, I settled for the Marlowe burger and waited as patiently as a starving person can. The burger was slightly compact and didn't seem very special to me, which it should have considering how starving I was.
Golden Gate Park
As I've looked over the maps of San Francisco on Google, more and more frequently a large green rectangle has been screaming to get my attention. Zeroing in on this area I found a brewery on the west side of it and decided I could begin my conquest from this point. The Beach Chalet as it's known, is located on PCH and can be spotted next to a large windmill. Inside you'll find a lot of activity, a fairly normal menu for San Fran and a selection of Beers brewed on the spot. I tried the Dark Side Foreign Extra Stout and was satisfied with a sweet malty flavor with a bitter finish, which hopefully would give me enough energy to make this journey.
The Utah @ SoMa
I made it over to The Utah Saloon last week, inspired mainly by the gigantic sign painted onto the side of the building and the out of place olive colored paint. I found Heretic Porter on tap which kept me in the place long enough to decide to check the menu. I was leaning toward a burger to get some protein, however after talking to the bar tender they said they'd be willing to throw a fried egg onto the Utah Club Sandwich for me. It came out looking quite juicy and I'd say the egg brought it out of the realm of bar food. I've gone back to this at nighttime during the week and I found the place brimming with activity. I bumped into a bartender I recognized from another place and she explained that this is the main hangout for bar/restaurant workers in SoMa. If you go after 11pm, my only warning is to watch out for flying beverage coasters
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Paragon @ SoMa
I found Paragon down on 2nd and Townsend street, right in front of the baseball stadium. It's a pretty clean and modern looking place, and due to its location you'll find lots of people wearing orange. When I went here it was too busy to get a seat a the bar but I still managed to get a table. I opted for the burger with bacon, and a beer. The burger was a bit above average, however this was mainly due to the size of the bacon pieces I'd had added. As I ate more people began to flood into the place wearing orange so I made an effort to finish off my beer quickly in order to get out of here. Upon exiting I witnessed a mass exodus flooding into SoMa from the stadium as the game finished up. This exodus is a common occurrence here and pretty much cripples any form of transportation and makes it impossible to get a seat at a bar
Oakland Visit
Someone had described Oakland to me as a mini San Fran, so I took the subway over the other day to see for myself. I roamed around the larger streets for about an hour, the whole time there was never more then a couple other people in sight in the area, half of them being homeless. Not much was opened at this hour either, it seamed like I spotted 10 restaurants and bars total.
| on the street in Oakland |
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Mission District
I took the subway from Market Street down to Mission today to do some walking around. Getting off and back up onto the street was slightly disorienting. Immediately a smell of trash and feces overwhelmed me as I reached ground level, a wild pack of bums was gathered around begging and yelling irrational things into the sky to help welcome their new visitor. Here you cant see or sense where the ocean is, since I had no reference for where the bay was my mental compass kept flipping, leaving me with the feeling that it was morning and the sun was still rising in the sky. I started walking what I thought was north and then realized it was south, but the illusion was so strong that I kept having second thoughts. Along mission all I found was run down taquerias, liquor stores and majorly grungy bars; it was hard to make out why this was listed as a tourist attraction.
North Beach / Little Italy
I made a walk up to North Beach last night and found a pretty nice area to spend some time. It's just north of China Town and it doesn't have a beach like the name might suggest. I think North Beach might be the same thing as Little Italy because almost every restaurant I found here was Italian, otherwise it must be in state of flux similar to Schrodinger's cat.
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| Columbus Street |
Li Po Cocktail Lounge
While walking up grant avenue from Market street I stumbled into china town. I tried to venture off Grant to see if there were any hidden dive bars I could check out, unfortunately as soon as I went more then 30 feet down a side street I'd run into shady looking bums or degenerates. Along grant I only spotted two bars, I decided to visit the more interestingly decorated one, the Li Po Cocktail Lounge. They seamed to be pushing their expensive Mai Tai as though it were a cure for cancer, but I decided to stick my plan and ordered a Tsing Tao. Overall the bar had a nice low key dive-bar feeling, it's probably a good place to kill brain cells alone after a bad day. While leaving the restaurant I noticed a sign mentioning that Anthony Bourdain came here on one of this shows to drink the Mai Tai, which I guess the explains the sales pitch I got.
| entrance to china town |
Lava Restaurant + Lounge
I did a bit of walking around SoMa yesterday to look for interesting places to drink. After some wandering and kind of going in circles for a bit, I found a sign on Brannan street which indicated that if I walked through an alleyway north to Bryant I would find a nice place called Lava. So I did and I did, the place was empty but didn't look like a complete shit-hole so I decided to give it a shot. They had Kobe beef sliders on the menu, which attracted me after eating the Wagyu meat in Sydney, so I got some of these sliders and a Guinness to go with. The beer+sliders was 18 bucks and tasted great, however I'd say you might want to order a cheap side to go along with if you get the sliders.
Walking Around South San Fran
I managed to get out yesterday and do a random walk around town, from SoMa to South Beach and then up to Market Street. I got a couple pictures of the bridge crossing over to Oakland, which looks much bigger in person then I imagined. I stopped at a small bar on one of the piers near Market, where I bumped into some other people passing through the city from San Diego. They agreed that both San Fran and San Diego were more enjoyable cities then LA. After a drink I walked down market and eventually turned north, I found a pub called Murphy's here which sported multiple dark beers for me to try. I ordered myself the pulled pork sandwich and drank two different glasses of porter for 18 buck combined. After I left I remembered you have to tip in the US, whoops.
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