Hang around on lower Polk and you're bound to see some sights that'll make you want to flee, e.g., the lineup of "ladies" smoking outside "Divas", the Loin's roving midget hooker, or far worse, a skateboard shop that sells...rollerblades. Sticking it out, totally unfazed, Lush Lounge
Moving from their spot across from Divas into the much bigger digs that were once SF's creepiest skateshop, Lush's back on the scene with a new, equally eccentric bohemian-chic steez -- to find them, just look for the big glowing sign, which they share with their neighbor GNC (try the Creatini!). The wide-open space is awash in red/blue/green light and features a long, dramatically back-lit bar fashioned from old timber; slow-spinning, plantation-style ceiling fans n' fake parrots perched all around; and religious overtones born out by stone Buddhas, church pews, and a wall-mounted Our Lady of Guadalupe, to help you feel less awkward as the only virgin. Alcoholically, they've upped the ante with more bottles in each spirit category, and while the new cocktail menu's still under wraps, you can still enjoy girlish tastes of the old Lush (chocolate Martinis, frozen watermelon/mango drinks, etc.); the brew's also much improved, with 22 options that include Fat Tire, Blue Moon, and Negra Modelo on tap, which is rarely seen in SF unlike Frank Chu, who is watching you right now.
They're waiting on permits to open up the mezzanine, which holds around 30 peeps and'll be rentable for private parties, i.e., the kind you can attend in your blades, free from the ridicule of trannies, tiny prosties, or far worse...skateboarders.