Perry's on Union — Restaurant in San Francisco

I just want to start by saying this is my second comment ever on Google reviews and the service was horrible! Came in with my partner and the bartender treated us terribly. Everything started off great, we ordered some potato skins which we loved and a pilsner and hot toddy to watch the second half of Chiefs vs Bills. With four minutes left in the game the bartender became impatient and began complaining to the parties standing behind us that we had only spent $20 which was completely false (I regret tipping more than 20%). He took away our waters before we finished paying, we closed out our check, and he kept complaining. We ordered another beer to appease him and he still was not satisfied. He was trying so hard to kick us out so his bro could sit down in our place. He kept complaining to the other bartender and neighboring parties that we were sitting in $50 seats. In actuality, we had spent more than both our neighbors (two ladies were milking single glasses of wine longer than we had been sitting and another fellow had a single beer for majority of the second half). I don't know what we did to deserve his impatience and frankly rude comments. I do not know what to attribute it to other than we were young women that were gay and maybe that was not the type of customer he was used to serving. He did all he could to intimidate us but he failed...I hope the manager passed along our words and did not let this behavior slide. Only recommend this spot if you are a white middle aged friend of...

FANTASTIC decor. Lackluster eatables. Let me start by saying the ambiance in this place could not possibly be any better. Holy smokes! They've got kitschy old cigarette ads, Norman Rockwell prints, Giants memorabilia--it's an explosion of Americana and it's unapologetically outdated, verging on politically incorrect, and I loved every inch of it. Seriously, go here just to admire the 1956 Miss America contestants or check out what a terrific season the Dartmouth Indians played in 1962. I could go on, but you really have to see it to believe it. That said, the corned beef hash was so painfully dry and stringy, I would have mistaken it for jerky if I'd tasted it blindfolded. Wenchie got the eggs Benedict and the Hollandaise was pretty bland--it lacked even a tiny punch of acid. We had the sliders to start and at least those didn't disappoint. The beef was moist, the buns were spongy and the fixings were fresh and tasty. Our waitress provided us bare-basic service. A refill on my iced tea would have been nice but, alas, none was forthcoming--would have made that hash go down a little...

Our last night visiting our daughter in San Francisco and we decided to go to Perry’s Union St. We didn’t have to wait too long, the hostess was very nice and checked in with us a couple of times to say a table was almost ready. Our server promptly asked us our drink order and told us a bit about the menu and answered our questions. When our food arrived, our server had not put in the order for our daughter, apologized and said she would do it right away. We started to eat without her as our meals arrived already. The missing order arrived almost too quickly and as the chicken was cut into we all realized it was uncooked. We had to send it back. So still no food for my daughter and we were almost done our meals. The server asked if she wanted something different and she ordered a completely different meal. It finally arrived. I get things happen in a busy kitchen. The manager was there, but never came to apologize. Perhaps a discounted bill or a complimentary dessert could have been offered, but nothing. We were a bit...