Tupelo — Restaurant in San Francisco

So I have performed this bar before, and I came here with my brother to try and enjoy the live music. I really hate to say what I'm about to say but if you are colored, AT ALL COST, avoid a lady who acted very privileged that goes by Bronco who claims to own or run Tupelo. She was the absolute worst and as rude as she was being, it took EVERYTHING in me not to call her out of her name. A situation happened when my brother got his drink spilled buy a drunk guy. The guy offered to pay for it. So the guy and my brother goes to the bar to handle the situation and bronco blows the whole situation out of proportion based on whatever happened with her and my brother prior that I had nothing to do with. So I tried to explain to her the situation that happened but because her experience with him was different, she tried to make me out to be a liar and acted terribly sarcastic. She pulled me out side to talk but it was really so she didn't have to go through the process of kicking me out (which she eventually did for absolutely no reason). She asked me and my brother to let her explain what she experience and I respectfully let her. So when I tried to explain my side she rudely told me she doesn't have to listen to me over and over. So in her eyes I had to listen to her but she didn't have to hear me out? She through her "I'm the owner and I can do whatever I want card" around and when I tried to peacefully go back in, she said I'm not welcomed in there and I did absolutely to be put out. I asked her why and she had no idea explanation which is why, like I said, she took me outside to talk in the first place. But respectfully I left because her established wasn't good enough to go through that trouble and I'm not a trouble making person anyway. Theres a lot more to this summary including a different bar tender lying about being her in the first place but there's no need to explain. Terrible manager or whoever she claims to be and they are liars. Avoid this place at all cost. Literally the ONLY good thing about this place was the...

I’m am cross-posting this review because our experience was just that awful. My boyfriend and I stopped in this bar Thursday night for happy hour during our vacation to San Francisco. We are in the service industry and we always treat fellow servers and bartenders with respect. Despite this fact, the bartender at this bar was extremely rude to us. We didn't catch his name, but he looked like David Cross/Judah Friedlander. He also apparently lives with the owner of the bar. He was very condescending to us, repeatedly referring to us as "kids" and making off-collar comments. When we asked him how his day was going we replied very curtly "I'm at work." I know from experience that most patrons at a restaurant and bar don't even give the employees the courtesy of asking how they are. At one point he said straight to our faces that he thought we were terrible people. Meanwhile, he was frequently stepping out of the bar to smoke cigarettes and seemingly drinking liquor behind the bar. The whole experience made us extremely uncomfortable. We frequent bars and restaurants as we are in the industry, and we have never had such a horrible experience. We gave this man no reason to be so disrespectful to us, and if that is his idea of creating a welcoming and hospitable environment, I am honestly shocked that he is still employed.

P.S. We still tipped him 20% because we are, in fact, NOT...

The owners and at least some of the staff are obviously racist.

I'd drank here 3 times before and had a good time with my friends, but I went here for karaoke last Tuesday and had a bad experience. The bounder checked our IDs and let us in without a problem but the bartender decided my legitimate Illinois driver's license wasn't accepted there and kicked us out.

We came back after a few hours when it was packed and the bouncer let us in again without a problem (as expected, because my group was all 21+ and not overly intoxicated). Well, after about an hour or two in there, the bartender spots me and kicks us all out again, whispers something to the bouncer, then runs back inside looking sooooo proud of himself.

Whole time there was no explanation given other than "we don't accept Illinois IDs" despite the fact that the bouncer let me in twice that night and that I had been served alcohol there on 3 separate occasions before.

I decided to scroll through the reviews here for a bit and what do you know, a bunch of other brown dudes have had the exact same experience. Wild that people can still be racist in a city as diverse and vibrant as San Francisco but I guess miserable losers exist...