So on Friday night, I went out to Vesuvio in North Beach which is a pretty small bar that seems to suit me well. The drinks are reasonable in price ($4-5 for a cocktail)–cheap enough so you can have a night out for $20 bucks but expensive enough as to prevent you from getting too smashed. Plus, the service is friendly and it is not too loud. It isn’t as dirty as some of the other places in North Beach but casual enough so you do not feel bad if not dressed up.
I say this because last night, Donny and I went to Giants game (a surprisingly fun game, given that the A’s dominated 4-0). Still our seats were fantastic, behind home plate, and we gorged on the AT&T food, especially the garlic fries. Afterwards, we decide to meet up with some of Denny’s friends in North Beach. We head to these Irish bars around Green and Grant. Now to preface things, there is a fair in North Beach this weekend. This means food, music, stands of random art and of course, drunk people. And I mean drunk people. (A sidenote: the North Beach fair looked exactly like the Union Street fair down to the cheesy stands serving Terayaki Noodles just transplanted in North Beach. The only noticeable difference was that while the Union street fair was frequented by a bunch of fratty dudes, the North Beach fair drew a more eclectic crowd.)
The first place we went to was ridiculously crowded, so we decide to wait outside in line. After all, the drunk people walking the streets provide a form of perverse entertainment. So suddenly we see a heated argument (I guess some dude was hitting on another guy’s girlfriend). Except Guy #2 (whose girl was hit on) is huge, probably like 6′6″ and jacked. Guy #1 is a kinda douchy tourist-like dude who was wearing sunglasses and a jean jacket and smoking a cigarette. I’m sure you’ve seen the type….they call them hipsters in SF. So Guy #2 pushes Guy #1. Ok, we think, the bouncers should intervene soon and everyone will be drunk and merry again. Except, it doesn’t. Guy #1 pushes our hipster friend to the floor and then keeps pushing at him. I literally thought for a second that I was going to see someone get killed for the first time. I mean the disparity was that great. Thankfully for out hipster, someone FINALLY intervened to prevent his death. (My Note: there was no way in hell i was going to intervene, Guy #2 would have kicked my ass in a second).
So we are a little weirded out–I mean if you’re not drunk, it’s not that fun to be around a bunch of totally smashed people in a hot crowded bar. But we still wait. Then another fight breaks out. This time the two contestants are a bit more evenhanded. One was a drunken, fratty, douchy looking dude going up against a total Irish guy. I mean this Irish dude had the full redheaded beard and moustache and was in typical Irish garb. Moreover, he was in a boxing stance ready to fight! They don’t exchange blows (I woulda put my money on the Irish guy), but we realize this might not be the place for us.
So where do we go…..Vesuvio’s of course, quickly becoming one of my favorite bars this summer (I think the bartender might have recognized me from my Friday night excursion there). I’ve never been a regular at a particular bar to the point where the bartenders and waitresses recognize me. Maybe this will be my chance?
Anyway, then we had the bright idea to leave Vesuvio and go to Kells which is another bar (w/ a cover) and dancing (which I was gonna have no part of)……I’ve said this before, especially in Michigan, but on a night out, if you are having a chill time with cheap drinks and good conversation, WHY LEAVE? This seems to happen way way too much and I don’t understand it. I guess I’m a lawyer so I’m a bit risk averse so I become peeved when you walk away from a good, sure thing.
All in all, it was a good night.