The Phone Booth

The Phone Booth

Sarai and I have decided that the only way we’ll be able to check out all the bars in our new neighborhood is to try to hit a new one every week, so last night we stopped by The Phone Booth after dinner. Thatchery, Yelp reviews, and San Francisco’s Best Dive Bars all warn that this bar is overrun with hipsters, but that wasn’t our experience at all. Granted, this was a Wednesday evening and we left by 10:30, but the crowd was pretty much just regular people the whole time we were there.

Actually, I take that back. There was a group of four people at the table directly behind our seats at the bar that were not just talking loudly, but literally screaming. They were loud enough that Sarai and I occasionally had trouble hearing each other talk. Even the bartender seemed annoyed.

Overall, the bar was pretty good, definitely worthy of the title “dive”. Wild Turkey was poured generously and only cost $4, and from what I could see they seemed to have a decent selection of other things, including just about every flavored vodka you can imagine. The music was a bit loud but mostly pretty decent. The girl tending bar was nice and had a good-sized back tattoo (although I think you’d be hard pressed to find a bar in the Mission that doesn’t have tattooed bartenders).