Urban Cowboy Rides Into the Sunset
Lonesome pedal-steel hero Joe Goldmark carries a twang torch.
By Jennifer Maerz
The Riptide's signature brick fireplace was veiled behind red velvet curtains on a recent Sunday night, but the Outer Sunset dive still carried the strong scent of burning embers from the night before. Most days the Taraval Street bar is the stamping ground for surfers, punks, and working-class stiffs, but on this particular evening it was dominated by urban cowboys.
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SFWeekly - Best Oceanside Dive - 2006
The Riptide
On the Riptide's Web site flashes the phrase "AT THE EDGE OF THE WESTERN WORLD," which is why we're lured to Ocean Beach and why we love the place. A moist ocean breeze drenches the outer Avenues in the smell of salt water, churning white waves pound the beach, and just about everybody in this joint seems to prefer this chunk of San Francisco — the one with front-row seats to the Pacific and its electric-blue horizon — to all the others. With its walls covered in lacquered wood paneling, a raging fireplace, and a jukebox cranking the only Wilco song worth hearing — sample lyric: "I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight on a bed of California stars" —the Riptide has become known as a cozy little watering hole for Outer Sunset denizens. It has even established itself as a decent place to catch live acts specializing in bluegrass and country, which only adds to the "on the edge" atmosphere.
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Caught in the Riptide
Katy St. Clair on the Sunset's David Lynch aura and a cool new bar full of ghosts
The Sunset is the most David Lynchian area of the city. First, to get there you drive up the Lost Highway that is Market to Portola to Sloat. Midway through, you arrive in the fog of Twin Peaks. Then you've got the zoo (elephants, man), the fancy houses that wind westward (Mulholland Drive), and finally the surreal arrival of the improbable: a vast, empty oceanfront with nary aSunglass Hut. There is, however, an ice cream place where you can buy a "doggie-cone" for your Alsatian. Spooky.
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Lonesome pedal-steel hero Joe Goldmark carries a twang torch.
By Jennifer Maerz
The Riptide's signature brick fireplace was veiled behind red velvet curtains on a recent Sunday night, but the Outer Sunset dive still carried the strong scent of burning embers from the night before. Most days the Taraval Street bar is the stamping ground for surfers, punks, and working-class stiffs, but on this particular evening it was dominated by urban cowboys.
continue...
SFWeekly - Best Oceanside Dive - 2006
The Riptide
On the Riptide's Web site flashes the phrase "AT THE EDGE OF THE WESTERN WORLD," which is why we're lured to Ocean Beach and why we love the place. A moist ocean breeze drenches the outer Avenues in the smell of salt water, churning white waves pound the beach, and just about everybody in this joint seems to prefer this chunk of San Francisco — the one with front-row seats to the Pacific and its electric-blue horizon — to all the others. With its walls covered in lacquered wood paneling, a raging fireplace, and a jukebox cranking the only Wilco song worth hearing — sample lyric: "I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight on a bed of California stars" —the Riptide has become known as a cozy little watering hole for Outer Sunset denizens. It has even established itself as a decent place to catch live acts specializing in bluegrass and country, which only adds to the "on the edge" atmosphere.
SF Weekly Top Ten
Top 10 Dive Bars in San Francisco
Caught in the Riptide
Katy St. Clair on the Sunset's David Lynch aura and a cool new bar full of ghosts
The Sunset is the most David Lynchian area of the city. First, to get there you drive up the Lost Highway that is Market to Portola to Sloat. Midway through, you arrive in the fog of Twin Peaks. Then you've got the zoo (elephants, man), the fancy houses that wind westward (Mulholland Drive), and finally the surreal arrival of the improbable: a vast, empty oceanfront with nary aSunglass Hut. There is, however, an ice cream place where you can buy a "doggie-cone" for your Alsatian. Spooky.
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The New York Times
The Riptide
3639 Taraval Street
(415) 681-8433
riptidesf.com
Refreshingly far from the city swank, this knotty-pine dive bar has stood mere steps from the ocean since 1941. Inside, a fire crackles and the cocktails flow.
7x7 Magazine
Fireside Buzz: 7 Bars That'll Warm You Up
The Riptide, 3639 Taraval St., (415) 681-8433
This homey spot on the cold edge of town has friendly bartenders and lots of music to go with your fireside beer. Wednesdays are made for avid surfers, when they show surf movies all night long.
Stuff We Like: Succulence Wall-Hangings, Bingo at Riptide, Population Salon, Nijiya Market, Seedstore and Real Estate Report
Bingo Night at Riptide
Leave it to the NY Times to teach me something about my own city, but when I read in a recent article that the Riptide out in Ocean Beach has bingo on Saturday nights, I nearly jumped out of my seat. My Eastern European Catholic ancestry has bingo in its blood. Come this Saturday at 5:50 p.pm, I'm there, ready to drink margaritas and take the pot. -Robin Rinaldi
SurfPulse Benefits Thanks to Jeffrey Grubler and SurfPulse!
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The Riptide
3639 Taraval Street
(415) 681-8433
riptidesf.com
Refreshingly far from the city swank, this knotty-pine dive bar has stood mere steps from the ocean since 1941. Inside, a fire crackles and the cocktails flow.
7x7 Magazine
Fireside Buzz: 7 Bars That'll Warm You Up
The Riptide, 3639 Taraval St., (415) 681-8433
This homey spot on the cold edge of town has friendly bartenders and lots of music to go with your fireside beer. Wednesdays are made for avid surfers, when they show surf movies all night long.
Stuff We Like: Succulence Wall-Hangings, Bingo at Riptide, Population Salon, Nijiya Market, Seedstore and Real Estate Report
Bingo Night at Riptide
Leave it to the NY Times to teach me something about my own city, but when I read in a recent article that the Riptide out in Ocean Beach has bingo on Saturday nights, I nearly jumped out of my seat. My Eastern European Catholic ancestry has bingo in its blood. Come this Saturday at 5:50 p.pm, I'm there, ready to drink margaritas and take the pot. -Robin Rinaldi
SurfPulse Benefits Thanks to Jeffrey Grubler and SurfPulse!
VoicePlaces