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| photo - Yelp, Dominic S. |
May 7, 2016
We ended up here looking for a place to have a drink and a chat with some out-of-town friends after a great meal in Chinatown. I was familiar with this place only in that I knew it existed, and Patrick had been there himself a time or two, so we thought that might be as good a spot as any, especially with the view.
It was a Saturday night. We walked through the expansive and near empty lobby of the SF Marriott and made our way to the elevators. When the doors opened up on the 39th floor, I couldn't have been more surprised. The place was packed. Wall to wall people, a swarm at the bar, club music thumping loudly. "Wait, this is the Marriott!" I exclaimed. Since when did a Marriott become "the" place?
After pushing through the sea of people between the bar and seating areas, a small bank of seats opened up in a room off to the side, with little of the available view. Our friends took the space; Patrick and I volunteered to get the drinks and headed back into the madness. While Patrick squeezed his way through to the bar, I got up close and personal (not intentionally) with the couple next to me (I use the word "couple" loosely). She's flipping hair everywhere, he's grabbing at her lady curves, she's bent over the bar chair. "BUT THIS IS A MARRIOTT!!" I thought. It was so Jersey Shore; I couldn't handle it.
The drinks were good. We had the Skyline Punch cocktail (white rum, pineapple juice, fresh citrus juice and brandied grenadine), and later shared a bottle of bubbles between the four of us. The place eventually calmed down; we scored some seats near the windows and tried to figure out what was what in the city lights. It was a fine end to a nice evening together.
We might go back someday, but never again on a Saturday night. Oh, the horror.
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