Club 21 ("No Bikes Allowed")
NE corner of Taylor and Turk, San Francisco, CA
"This story is mainly about how the bathroom is for customers only.
So, I was hanging out for a few hours with some friends, sitting at the corner of the bar, chatting with Frank.
Right before we were about to take off, this drug-frenzied kid tried to crawl his way into the bathroom. The bathroom is for customers only. I was in there washing my hands, and I heard some commotion. As I opened the door, I see this crazyface young dude and everyone is yelling at him. In an instant everyone started to move. Frank and a few of us dragged the guy out of there. He was crawling at the door like a cat in a bathtub. So I ripped his arms off the doorframe. He clawed me pretty good in the process. In his frenetic apotheosis he twisted and grabbed an empty bottle of booze, and ran out of the door. A few of us grabbed beer bottles in case he was dangerous and the drug-addled shitshow outside got suddenly quiet and started staring to see what was going on. After a second or two just looking in the bar, the kid smashed a window with the bottle from the outside, then took off sprinting down the street.
Then after a few seconds everything went back to normal, and I sat down, wiped the blood off the back of my hand, put the empty bottle in the recycling and finished my beer.
Frank didn't even seem to be upset about the cracked window.
I'd highly recommend 21 Club." -- Kevin D. via yelp
Club 21 ("No Bikes Allowed")
NE corner of Taylor and Turk, San Francisco, CA
"This story is mainly about how the bathroom is for customers only.
So, I was hanging out for a few hours with some friends, sitting at the corner of the bar, chatting with Frank.
Right before we were about to take off, this drug-frenzied kid tried to crawl his way into the bathroom. The bathroom is for customers only. I was in there washing my hands, and I heard some commotion. As I opened the door, I see this crazyface young dude and everyone is yelling at him. In an instant everyone started to move. Frank and a few of us dragged the guy out of there. He was crawling at the door like a cat in a bathtub. So I ripped his arms off the doorframe. He clawed me pretty good in the process. In his frenetic apotheosis he twisted and grabbed an empty bottle of booze, and ran out of the door. A few of us grabbed beer bottles in case he was dangerous and the drug-addled shitshow outside got suddenly quiet and started staring to see what was going on. After a second or two just looking in the bar, the kid smashed a window with the bottle from the outside, then took off sprinting down the street.
Then after a few seconds everything went back to normal, and I sat down, wiped the blood off the back of my hand, put the empty bottle in the recycling and finished my beer.
Frank didn't even seem to be upset about the cracked window.
I'd highly recommend 21 Club." -- Kevin D. via yelp