Long before the term douchebag was used to refer to a person in North Beach, Herb Caen (coincidentally he was best friends with my Grandpa, and pretty much everyone else’s in San Francisco) coined the term Washbag for the iconic Washington Square Bar & Grill. The doors of the restaurant have been closed for nearly a year and a hole in the neighborhood was present. Last night the doors were opened ever so slightly for a soft opening and the place was filled with the most varied mix, every demographic was hit, as the neighborhood and July tourists said hello to an old space and met a new friend, Bottle Cap.
White tablecloths were removed and bright blue tables were showcased along with lime green walls and coordinating wallpaper. The place was more of a hip diner than anything else but the wood bar and piano in the back remained.
I came from dinner so I stopped in for the two best parts of a meal: cocktails and dessert. The cocktail menu was classic with French 75s, Negronis, and Sidecars ($9) and nothing signature, although we heard rumors that barrel aged cocktail will be coming soon. For dessert, I had the butterscotch pudding ($7) with toffee and a lace cookie. The number one pudding complaint is graininess. The first spoonful was exactly what I didn’t want, but it ended up being perfect. I assumed that I wanted smooth and light and this was grainy and thick, but it so totally worked. Much like the mixed old and new décor, the consistency of the pudding with pumpkin pie filling texture and sweet candy taste were a match.
The menu features grilled cheeses, chops, and more but it was the perogies that I most want to try. Even with a little hint of what is oozing from within the Bottle Cap we are anxious to take a real swig and try more.
Bottle Cap: 1707 Powell St. bottlecapsf.com.