The Phoenix Hotel

The Phoenix Hotel had an awesome hand-painted sign.

Yesterday after work, Ryan and I stopped by the Phoenix Hotel for a cocktail and a quick bite to eat. This little establishment was built in the 1950s as a motel and eventually remodeled in the image of Rolling Stone magazine to appeal to rock and roll bands. The exterior of the hotel is painted a great shade of light turquoise / sea foam / mint green while the inside of the connected bar and restaurant Chambers has a completely different vibe with much darker tones, dimmed light fixtures and records lining walls. I had my first pisco punch, so refreshing but still nice and stiff, and split the chicken pate with Ryan by recommendation from the bartender. The Phoenix Hotel is a perfect venue for hosting some friends or to kick off a night out in San Francisco. I'd love to spend my next birthday here, but with cocktails at eleven dollars a piece (eight during happy hour), it would have to be a one drink stop.

The open blinds covering the windows made for a nice foggy effect.

We hopped straight on the BART afterwards to visit Ryan's parents' house and to see his puppies, Sadie and Pip. They're the next best thing from seeing my pups back in LA and they're always as happy to see us as we are to see them.

This is Pip. He's the sweetest.