You know this place. Located in the midst of the strip clubs on Broadway. "Where? Strip clubs?? On Broadway??? You must be mistaken, my kind sir. Well, I'd never..." Yeah, that place, sucka. Don't try to pull that innocent, pure as the driven snow crap with us.
Anyhoo, we love love love the 'Hut. As much we as we aren't that turned on by the specific area (B&T'ers, a-holes blowing off way too much steam in North Beach, perverts coming and going from the strip clubs...no that wasn't me!) BH is a destination for VdV. Word.
And here's why: It's a cool Tiki Bar. And what red-blooded American doesn't like a good Tiki Bar? Hey you! I saw that look. Damn Fascist Pig! Plus we are facing somewhat of a Tiki Bar shortage, with the closing of the Tonga Room by those capitalistic pigs that don't want their home prices to suffer, or have the wrong crowd hanging around their ritzy-ritz Fairmont Hotel Condos.
Anyway, Bamboo Hut has an awesome vibe, people! Hell, it's called the Bamboo Hut! Kinda divey (in a good way), a little of that Trader Sam's going on (in a good way) but apart from the laid back island-ish ambiance (sand on the floors, tikis, island decor), it's the fun crowd (well, mostly but on the wrong night you'll get huge amounts of d-bags and even a few d-hags) but mostly killer folks like Mario (behind the bar, cool, fun, always laughing, kickin' it always), James (GM, cool, a crack-up but keeps shit in line) that keep it real; from bringing in some awesome DJs, mixing some drinks that'll turn ya retarded, and in general just making for a rockin' good par-tay scene. There's drinkin', dancin' and...wait, what's that redneck joke?
Redneck: 'Hey boy, we're having a party tonight. There's gonna be a lot of drinkin', dancing' and screwin' goin' on'.
Boy (not really a 'boy' per sé. More like a young man. Of legal age. A little nervous but trying to be polite): 'Hey mister redneck, sounds like fun. What should I bring?'
Redneck: 'Don't make much difference to me, boy. It's only gonna be the two of us.'
Anyhoo, apologies for the diversion. And no, the Hut is not a redneck place. This was a tangent. Just go with it.
So, ya got your tropical tiki-ish drinks like the Giant Flaming Bowl of Fire (Seriously. I cannot recall the actual name, but ask for the Giant Flaming Bowl of Fire and I'm sure they'll know what you mean), the Chi Chi, buckets of brew for cheap, awesome happy hours and great tunes. No matter what mood you're in when you walk in, you'll have a smile on that face of yours in no time.
BTW Mario does not promote himself strongly enough. On the side he's also an accomplished artist, with some kick-ass hip-hop-ish tunes. Look for Wreckelekt on MySace. Or check him out on iTunes. Or hell, better yet just go to Bamboo Hut and see him in person. Bam.
OK, I think this review sets the record for most use of (parenthesis) and 'ish'-es. Wow.
VdV Rating: 4.5
Hours:
Tue. 8:00 p.m. - 2:00 a.m.
Wed-Fri. 5:00 p.m. - 2:00 a.m.
Sat. 7:00 p.m. - 2:00 a.m.
Bamboo Hut
479 Broadway (near Kearney)
San Francisco, CA 94133-4513
(415) 989-8555





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