Southern Pacific Brewing — Restaurant in San Francisco

I had never heard of Southern Pacific Brewing Company before but my friend won a $50 coupon to SPBC as a door prize so we decided to try it out.

This cavernous former warehouse is truly Millennial Social Scene Central. The first clue should have been when I (age late 60s) and my friend (early 70s) got ID carded at the gate. I thanked the door security agent for mistaking me for an adolescent! When we entered, we were overwhelmed by hundreds of ≥21 year old "kids" on both levels. Expect lots of noise!

We worked our way through the crowd and made our way to the 2nd level. As all of the seats both up and down appeared to be occupied, we were lucky to have found a seat at a table with a nice couple of newlyweds from KY, who were visiting SF on their honeymoon and somehow found this place on obscure Treat Avenue, as they were staying at an Airbnb located around the corner. I thought that the Southern Pacific craft beer was tasty. We tried a Weizen brau, with a flavor highly reminiscent of limes. I really liked that citrus flavor, as I have been known to add squeezed limes to other beers. However, this SPBC Weizen wasn't my friend's favorite beer taste experience.

Food at SPBC seemed to be more of an afterthought. We split a kale Caesar salad, which I liked more than my friend. I tasted his traditional burger and preferred it to my black bean burger. I'm not a big French fry aficionado, but I thought that the thin cut fries at SPBC, with a healthy dose of added ketchup, were pretty tasty. My friend tried the root beer float for dessert. He enjoyed this trip down memory lane but I, mindful of calories, decided to pass on dessert.

I would recommend SPBC to any Millennial who would like to be part of the Social Scene Central for that generation. As for my friend and me, I think we'll wait until we win our next $50 coupon...

I’ve worked the service indistry around this neighborhood for 3 years and whenever I’ve asked my patrons, friends or superiors about this brewery they’ve all always given me a thumbs down/bad vibes gesture. Although in my head, I would repetitively ask myself “it really can’t be that bad!, can it !!?? It’s just a brewery!” Well I found out this past Saturday personally. My friend and i attempt to walk together at 11:30 at opening time after doing to road bicycle ride across the Golden Gate Bridge and back on a beautiful weekend day and we just want a beer and lunch. It’s two of us with two road bikes wearing bike kit, there’s nobody there. We try to lean our two bikes on the corner table closest to the side exit where we had also planned to sit and the staff member lady with dark skin and curly hait was livid!! She stopped whatever she was doing and sprinted out towards the front patio and said “hey nuhhh uhhh nuhhh you two with those bikes here! You gotta get out!” My jaw dropped at the level of sass coming out of this person. My boss would fire me immediately if he saw me talking to patrons like this over the bar. She could have said this in 100 many different ways that could have been more respectful. I then loudly said “guess we are going to standard deviant instead” she then smirked and turned around walking away from us saying absolutely nothing after kicking us out. The folks at deviant kindly told us we could lean our two bikes in a corner cuz it was opening hour and the place was empty. We had two beers each and some food and left. What a colossal difference. Southern Pacific sucks! I will never go back and I will tell the thousands of people I serve in the mission to never come...

The changing demographics of San Francisco have provided for some interesting changes in enforcement norms. With an ever decreasing amount of couples having children inside the city, there are fewer and fewer teenagers trying to sneak in on a sunny afternoon with their fake IDs trying to get a craft beer.

But what to do? With this traditional demographic of ne'er do wells no longer available, who should be kept out? Who should the friendly security guard at the front eye suspiciously, using the heuristics acquired through years of enforcement to identify as a suspicious character, unable to enter this exclusive establishment without showing her id?

If you guessed by 82 year old grandmother, well, then you would be exactly right. I mean, I get it, she's got amazing hair. Really, if it wasn't for her stoop, the headscarf common to the "babuskas" of the former Soviet Bloc and the way in which she sniffed disdainfully as she wove her way past the homeless encampment in front of the bar's door, well, you could have mistaken her for no more than 65. A perfect target to not let in because of her lack of ID.

Totally reasonable. But then methinks so is my 1...