Fiddler's Green, San Francisco

Starting this off with an edited version of a Yelp review I wrote a little while back. Since at the time I had no idea I'd have this blog, I didn't take a picture of the place myself and totally stole one from the internet. Thanks, internet!

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Fiddler's Green
Neighborhood: Fisherman's Wharf
1333 Columbus Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94133

Good for: groups, frat boys who haven't grown up
Specialty: booze of all kinds, hot drunk chicks who like to dance



Let's say you're the typical 20-30something manchild San Francisco guy. Let's say you still prowl bars in search of women who can look past your small-but-growing beer belly, the use of the word "bro" every other sentence, and are drunk enough to give you the time of day.

The problem is... every bar you go to has 75%+ or more dudes, the decent ones there show absolutely no interest in hearing about the hedge funds you manage, and the few hot girls have every drunken moron there trying to chat them up. Where do the rest of the decent-to-hot women in the city go to drink? Clearly they have to be *somewhere*, right?

A couple weekends ago, I found out where. Fiddler's Green.

Upon first Google-mapping it, I texted the friend who wanted to go there: "hey... uh, this shit is seriously out in the middle of nowhere. fisherman's wharf?"

This was her response: "yeah i know. just head out there... it'll be fun."

So the bar has all the trappings of your typical San Francisco drinking establishment: friendly (okay, maybe not so typical) bartenders, beer, booze, women, and music (although seriously, DJ, please play something other than Lady Gaga. We all know chicks dig it, but I'm pretty sure you played Bad Romance like 3 times)... wait, what? Women? Yeah. A lot of them. I thought to myself "So *this* is where they all go," and proceeded to imbibe with the guys in the not-as-crowded upstairs area (downstairs was a complete shit show and was probably not worth the hassle to get a drink, unless your idea of fun is elbowing your way past all of the frat boys) while the girls we were with hit the top 40 dancefloor. I actually have no recollection of being downstairs (not due to blacking out, I swear - I didn't drink that much) since I don't think anyone from my group even bothered after seeing all the people spilling out onto the sidewalk.

Would I go back? Probably not - it's just way too out there for my liking, and being anywhere near Fisherman's Wharf makes me feel like I'm in a foreign country. But that doesn't detract from the fact that this bar is indeed one of the most fun ones I've been to in the city. So there you have it - guys, you now know where all the women are. Have at it.