The New Hole
Jul. 10th, 2008 10:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snousleOh wow. Just wow.
En route through SF last night, I stopped very briefly at the Eagle, where I was shamefully neglectful of some people I knew, because all I wanted to do was have a little toke before making my inagural visit to the new Hole In The Wall.
It is magnificent. I had been worried about the fate of the art and ephemera that lined the walls of the old place, but it's been moved and re-applied with the greatest of consideration. The architecture, layout, and lighting is all perfect. It's uncanny - exactly the same bar, only much, much better.
Pity they don't have an outdoor patio - I heard something to the effect there would be one, but there isn't as far as I could see. I guess that would leave no reason to go to the Eagle, right?
This is one of the only places in the world that caters exactly to my tastes. And boy, does that feel nice. My favorite thing there is this tapestry:
You can't see much in this hideously awful phone shot, but you've got a nasty, ragged, snaggle-toothed old miner with a golden football between his legs, looking like he's about to unleash the most apocalyptic scat scene in the history of California. Oooh yeah.
En route through SF last night, I stopped very briefly at the Eagle, where I was shamefully neglectful of some people I knew, because all I wanted to do was have a little toke before making my inagural visit to the new Hole In The Wall.
It is magnificent. I had been worried about the fate of the art and ephemera that lined the walls of the old place, but it's been moved and re-applied with the greatest of consideration. The architecture, layout, and lighting is all perfect. It's uncanny - exactly the same bar, only much, much better.
Pity they don't have an outdoor patio - I heard something to the effect there would be one, but there isn't as far as I could see. I guess that would leave no reason to go to the Eagle, right?
This is one of the only places in the world that caters exactly to my tastes. And boy, does that feel nice. My favorite thing there is this tapestry:
You can't see much in this hideously awful phone shot, but you've got a nasty, ragged, snaggle-toothed old miner with a golden football between his legs, looking like he's about to unleash the most apocalyptic scat scene in the history of California. Oooh yeah.
