Drue C.
Yelp
Have I mentioned lately that I am a bad influence on my friends and I like to make them do things they don't want to do, know better than to do, and all out shouldn't be doing? I haven't? Here are some examples: after work pedicures always turn into out-til-2 drinking binges, complete with dancing on bars, coyote-ugly style. On weeknights. A couple of hours at a karaoke bar turns into an after party at a stranger's house til 5 a.m. On a weeknight. A "quiet", quaint Sunday brunch turns into a morning hike up and down Castro, solely for the purpose of drinking. And drinking more. Damn, I am good at making people bad.
This time, and the time before that, and the time before that, I have had a lot to thank my pushover friends for. Swirl consistently ends up being one of the best bad decisions I help them make! Sure they make excuses about how they need to get work done, clean their house, go to the gym. But instead I plant their asses comfortably in a stool at a darling mosaic mini bar at the back of this well-stocked and well appointed shop/wine bar. The owner is amazing, as are most of the employees, and the tasting menu is pretty expansive, considering the size of the tasting area and the fact that the focus really seems to be on retail, space-wise, anyway.
I'm a huge fan of the current white flight but whatever they have on the menu is generally good, too, and you can pick and choose from the tasting list to put your own flight together. Or just drink a glass. Or four. Or five. Or a half glass or a bottle or a Belgian beer or any combination that will keep your friends drinking instead of being productive members of society. Whatever you do, call me on your way. I'll meet you there, with my friends, who should likely be doing something else.