Johnny W.
Yelp
Part of me has dreaded writing this review. Kilowatt is, after all, the reason I couldn't stand to look at, or even think about, liquor for a good month, and the reason I didn't visit Mission again for another five. Or, well, I suppose the real reason is that I did a poor job of holding my liquor, but Kilowatt was certainly the enabling factor here!
Dropping by with the birthday girl after a dinner at Morac, I was shocked by how insanely packed the place was. There was no seating available, and even standing room was limited - being in a wheelchair, and thus shorter, also proved unfortunate, as many a person ended up tripping over me as they waded their way through the masses. Eventually, as I was feeling inclined to hightail out of there, two booths opened up in the corner.
The drinks here are inexpensive though, and their shots are actually almost double the standard size. And... that's about all I remember, because once midnight hit, and my sixth or seventh double shot disappeared down my throat, so did a 11 hour chunk of my memory (I kid you not), that involved (from what I could piece together from friends) my disappearance, losing my phone (which I later found was picked up by a crackhead and sold to someone I can only assume was a prostitute), and somehow managing to push my way back to SOMA, almost two miles away, through Mission, in the early hours of the morning.
Now, the low rating has nothing to do with this ridiculous experience, no no. If anything, it's probably one of the best, and scariest, stories of excessive drinking I have. The real reason is simply how obscenely packed this place gets - if not for that, I'd easily give these guys a three. But, as it is, I can't see myself coming back by choice, as I much prefer lounging around somewhere a bit less crowded, with drinks that are a bit fancier.