Doc's Clock — Restaurant in San Francisco

I was leaving the movie theater nearby and planning to walk home but wasn’t feeling well, so I stopped at Doc’s Clock to sit on a chair outside and order my uber. I was sitting alone—no other patrons outside—for no more than 60 seconds when the bartender came outside with a smug look on his face and just pointed to the street like I was a damn dog that needed to “git.” I told him I was just waiting for my car which would be there any second. Again he just gestured at the street and said “I didn’t see you come in the bar.” I said my car would be here any second, and asked if I could just wait there. He told me to stand on the street once more and said “You look young and healthy.” Which is ironic because I literally have an autonomic disorder—and it’s because of this disability that I chose to sit down instead of stand while I waited for my car. Per his instruction, I left. My car pulled up 60 seconds later… Would it have killed you to let me sit for a moment? I wasn’t bothering anyone. It was a slow Tuesday night. Where is your humanity? Do better. It costs you nothing to be kind for 60 seconds...

I went here sober last Sat night and asked the bar tender for the Sierra on tap. The bar tender said, "Do you want the Pale Ale or the Red?" I responded with "I want the Sierra on tap." She gives me a can of Pale Ale. I have never had Pale Ale in a can before, so feeling rude if I said anything, I decided to try it. It was awful. I handed it back to her and said I wanted the Sierra on tap, not in a can. She said, "You need to specify!" I responded with "I did specify" and she just ignored me. I said Can I get the Sierra on tap then, because this is garbage, and she said okay and rolled her eyes at me. Came back saying that the tap was warm. So, all that basically came down to her not giving me the tap beer, because it was warm and blaming me on not "specifying." What happened to customer service? This place is a dive and that lady bartender...

Popped into this dive bar with about 6 friends on a Saturday night after deciding against a $5 cover at another bar. Just by sheer laid-backness, Doc's Clock was already making sense to me at that point, so I ordered a Bulliet Bourbon Old Fashioned and continued the conversation I was just having with my pals. The clientel were laid-back, no frills types. The bar is really long, which is helpful when you like sitting at a bar, or hate fighting for a bartender, but head's up: the space between the bar and wall is a bit narrow. Once a group of six people came in the door, we knew it was time to shuffle down to the back where there was more room. Other things I noticed: there are lots of board games, a pinball machine and the bartenders were pretty swift on their feet when making...