(02-15-2013 02:22 PM)jtbabycarrots Wrote: (02-11-2013 10:00 AM)Hencredible Casanova Wrote: I just returned from SF this morning. Had a great time. The food IMO is the best in the world. I was hanging with a rookie crew of friends that I hang out with for reasons totally unrelated to game, but I still managed to hit up a cool venue.
Clift Hotel aka Redwood Room
Went there on Friday night. Opened a set of young 23 y/o American chicks. One had moved to SF from DC a month ago. Conversation was pretty dull and just in the nick of time I spotted an ice cold set of blondes who looked like sisters (and they were). This is an upscale venue and though there were dudes around, I'm guessing they were intimidated by the looks of those blondes. They were also seated on a couch engaged in seemingly deep convo. The two American girls said they needed to hit the restroom and would return. I had no intention on talking to them again. I approached the sisters as they were seated while I was standing up. Built up some rapport and then told them to make room for me on the couch. I had a bottle of Stella in my hand and eventually one of the sisters went up to the bar to get reup on drinks and without asking brought me another Stella. I was impressed.
It's well known that that place is where the pros are. Waste of game.
"This is such a fun place to people watch! I can understand if you are single this bar would seem a little creepy with all the guys on the hunt and all the young girls looking for a sugar daddy, but to me, I could have stayed all night watching all the interactions."
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"I've had hookers try and poach my date while I was sitting less than 3 feet away. Have to admit thought, she was pretty hot.
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"Ladies, this is the time to work the crowd and get those free cocktails. I'm sure you won't have a hard time, the male to female ratio is definitely in your favor. "
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"a) perfect sausagefest - my female friends often go there to get drunk for free when they're broke
b) used to be a bona fide perpetual hooker convention, but last year it became much less visible - my guess - this crowd may have died from hunger during recession
c) most men in Redwood Room are under that dangerous impression they will get laid in San Francisco tonight; and I'm talking about the out-of-town straight men."
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"Apparently this is a hot spot for high end call girls to meet or pick up old rich men. I noticed very young attractive women with much older, unattractive, out of shape men who looked wealthy. Didn't make a whole lot of sense until I found out that it was common at this lounge. So don't be surprised to see a 20 something blonde sliding her high heels up and down the side of 60 year old man's khakis while conversing in a flirtatious manner."
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"The crowd is interesting... one guy tried to pick us up by saying he was looking for a trophy wife, and when we didn't respond to that, started going on about his 5 million dollar house. If you are looking for a sugar daddy, clearly this is the place to be. With that in mind, dress code is definitely upscale but be careful of revealing clothing, as you might be confused for an escort. Apparently that's also a thing here."
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"CONS: ...the women working the "night shift", if you catch me drift.
...the foreigners and/or older men who aggressively try to pick up well dressed young ladies who are out with the friends having a good time. Maybe because of the aforementioned point..?"
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"single men with their wing man trying to chase tail and having no luck (yeah i know there are some of those in every bar).
random man: are you asian (yes this was his pick-up line, p.s. don't ever use this)
me: no (and then i just look away)
my friend: we are in the middle of a conversation
random man: I'm asian, I'm vietnamese. You look vietnamese. I'm here to get laid tonight but don't worry my friend likes your friend so i'll hook her up too
(as a side note, i don't look asian at all)
my friend: again, we are in the middle of a conversation (we then proceed to show engagement rings and give blank stares)
5 min later he comes back
random man: so you girls ready to F*** tonight?
really?! like really.."
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"Maybe it's the shadowy, sensuous mood lighting. Or the deeply masculine Redwood paneling that makes you feel like you're lounging in the exclusive, invite-only library den of a monied playboy. Possibly, it's the sexually-infused imbibements, ladden with exotic ingredients and heavy parts alcohol.
Nah. I'm pretty sure it's the 5:1 ratio of men to women - with the majority of those XY's being prominent, international business men; investment bankers from Tokyo, sheiks from the United Emirates, shipping moguls from Greece -all with the same carnal thirst for the ephemerally fleeting essence of a San Franciscan female. Is this what a wounded antelope feels like happening upon a pride of ravenous lions? Quiiiiite possibly.
Whatever the reason(s), the magic of the Redwood Room somehow manages to transform homely women into attractive ones, attractive women into beautiful ones, and beautiful women into unattainable supermodels. It should be renamed "The Upgrade Room." As an XX, you'll never know the price of those 4 stiff martinis your slid down your throat, because men are practically fencing each other to buy you a drink, vying to be more to you than just another business card in the girl's bathroom trash can. If you are an aspiring gold-digger, bring your shovel here. Exactly how many indecent proposals have those creepy wall painting eyes been witness to? "
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Once in a while, I like to pretend to be a sophisticated lady and go to a swanky environment with older, more upscale clientele. While I'm a fan of the Redwood Room and give the actual bar four stars (great decor and friendly bartenders), it's filled with the biggest grandpa douchebags in all of San Francisco, hence the poor overall rating. Listen up, old farts:
1. DO NOT tell me my dress is "sensual" and proceed to grope me. I am not your wife/girlfriend/prostitute/stripper.
2. DO NOT follow my friend and I all over the bar without saying a word, you fucking creeps!
3. Quit asking if my friend and I are related. We look nothing alike. Please see your optometrist ASAP.
4. No, I am not a runner nor have you ever bumped into me at a 24-Hour Fitness.
Oh yeah, there are plenty of cougars here as well. They come with their husband and hunt for fellow swingers. Meow!"
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"One whole star for running into our dashing ex-Mayor Willie Brown there. He asked me to marry him,* by the way, but I think he says that to all blondes, or probably women in general."
http://www.yelp.com/biz/redwood-room-san-francisco