Butter

Oh, Butter... how the years have flown by. I think it's been 8 or 9 years from my original visit. Yet, year after year I still come back and love my time at this diviest of dive bars.

First of all--I don't do Jello shots UNLESS I'm at Butter. It's just part of the experience here. And honestly, I love it. My one suggestion to the staff there would be to skip the lime flavored ones. Ick. Who likes lime flavored Jello shots?! I just always ask for any color BUT green, lol.

Secondly, it's amazing to see my professional-ass colleagues walking around with 40s in paper bags. Hahaha, I love my people.

Overall, I love a business that is true to itself and doesn't make any apologies for being who they are. That is Butter in a nutshell. If you don't want pucker-laden cocktails, Jello shots, 40 ounces, or your bra thrown up above the bar, this might not be your spot. But if you're down to let go and have a good time, you will not regret your visit.

I had the best time at Butter! I'll admit I had absolutely no clue what to expect, I went with coworkers and each had a slightly different description based on who I asked and their level of enthusiasm for our group to head there.

What I will say is even the people who weren't as enthusiastic ended up there, and some of them stayed the longest- maybe it's their hangovers that are trying to warn them...

From the outside it doesn't look like much, but inside there are lights, projectors, decorations and plenty of drinks and music to make for a great night. The jello shots were uniquely in cheap paper cups, and I think that will be my preferred delivery method from now on- squeeze the bottom of the cup and it's an easy delivery method. Did I mention they add whipped cream to the top? FANCY!

When I was there the DJ was playing a variety of music, some I knew and plenty I didn't, but my coworkers and I were feeling the vibe and dancing all around the bar. There's no real dance floor, but that didn't matter.

There's a food vendor area in the back, but I didn't get anything.

I also didn't notice the unique decorations hanging from the ceiling until someone else pointed them out to me... from the stories my coworkers were telling me they must be mementos of some great times over the years.

I was probably here from 10-ish to around 1am and it didn't feel that long at all.

Miraculously, the next day I not only didn't have a hangover, but I was bright eyed and ready to explore more before we all went our separate ways.

I know why this is an annual tradition now and I hope it continues for years to come.

The ultimate dive bar and the celebration spot for our annual Yelp Community Manager week in SF. Confused why it's called butter? It's a big, bright yellow square building and I truly couldn't think of a better thing to call it.

The inside is decked out in posters, neon signs, flags and paraphernalia galore. The ceiling has exposed plumbing with hundreds of bras hanging down from it. It's a wild place, but fun, approachable and super casual. The music is fun, the jello shots are constantly on deck, the beers are cheap, and the vibe is always energetic. There's also a good chance you won't feel your best the next day, but it's worth it.

The bartenders are quick, friendly and so many great memories have been made here. Woohoo!

Real talk: you do not leave Butter the same way you walk in.

Why? Maybe its the music, maybe its the jello shots, or maybe its the infectious atmosphere created by partying it up with 80+ coworkers and friends.

There's a lot of hype around Butter, as this is a spot where my coworkers gather yearly to celebrate a week of learning. Now that I've survived an evening at butter, I understand the hype and excitement around this place.

This white trash bar is fun at its finest. It is no frills- they serve 40s in paper bags to give you an idea of what you're getting into here. I'm not sure where else you can enjoy white trash themed libations while downing Jello Shots. Speaking of those Jello Shots - you know they're a bad idea, but Butter tempts you since they're so cheap and you may or may not turn to find someone holding a tray of them. You know you shouldn't but you grab one (or two) anyways.

There's also food here. Did I have any of this college-style microwave and fried heaven? No. Was that a wise choice? Again, prob not.

The place is pretty small, but in my opinion dive bars are best enjoyed when you have to weave through the crowds. Beware: this spot may bring out your inner Ke$ha - the drinks remind me of things you would concoct in college and the atmosphere is def one that encourages a good time.

TiK ToK until next year. Until then, keep it KL@$$Y.

Butter is what dive-bar dreams are made of. Apologies for the lack of photos, but I was doing what most people at butter were doing... Drinking like my life depended on it. The hangover earned at butter rivaled my best, but it was worth it. Jello shots and 40s served in brown bags? That's the norm at butter, but I was classing it the hell up with some vodka sodas, though I thought it would be rude if I didn't do at least four jello shots while I was here. (DISCLAIMER: Four is just an estimate)

I redeemed my hugs (check-in offer) with some colleagues and we continued to party the night away at Butter. What do I remember most about Butter? I remember drinking a lot with my colleagues, I remember how I felt the next morning, and I remember that I had a blast. See you next year, Butter.

I resisted coming here for years because of the stories I heard, but finally realized: a) you only live once, and b) you've made it in life (or at least on Yelp) once you've come to and experienced (and then reviewed) the legendary and infamous Butter.

You've got a (literal) thousand other experiences to read about, so I'll try to make mine brief:

1. Got multiple airborne bear hugs from the bartender.
2. Drank an extra dirty (which means something entirely different here) martini out of a clear plastic cup that never seemed to reach the bottom despite the enormous gulps I was taking (I'm convinced that every time I put the cup down someone was filling it back up with vodka).
3. Had Fireball poured over my body... were people licking it off me afterwards? I think so.
4. Accidentally saw a friend pee because the door wouldn't shut. We're closer now, NBD.
5. Was yelled at for consistently denying the Jello shots being shoved at me from every direction (sorry, guys, that ish ain't veg-friendly and there's only so much damage I can do here).

It was everything I didn't want it to be, everything I wanted it to be, and everything I didn't know I wanted it to be all wrapped up in one delicious foil-wrapped pat.

Oh how I love me some Butter!!! Mmmmhmm :)

This fun & quirky dive bar is an awesome place to hangout with friends for drinks and having a damn good time. They have delish cocktails to choose from. So far I've liked all of the ones I've tried: Tiki Trash, Prom Night Punch, Hubba Bubba, jello shots, and a Strawberry Whiskey one that I don't know what the name is. My favorite is the Tiki Trash because I love the hint of coconut.

They also have a menu of yummy yet very unhealthy food to choose from like tatertots, fried twinkies, and lots more. But hey, you only live once, so live it up and just hit the gym the next day!

So far I've been here twice. First time for St. Patty's and my second time was last night for Cinco de Mayo. Both very enjoyable times spent here with great company and great vibes. Sundays are their karaoke night so make sure to sign up early if you want to bust out your vocals to some tunes. Also, a shoutout to Jay for being such an awesome bartender! :)

I think it's cash only at the place, but they do have a ATM machine in the corner in the back of the bar. Street parking is fairly easy. Definitely would hit up this place again whenever I'm in the city!

Butter is just like butter - you love it so god damn much even though it's probably bad for you.

Butter is a dive bar with necessary novelties like jello shots, deep friend twinkies, karaoke, colorful cheap drinks, and a flashy truck right inside of it. Ya know, the usual. I go here when I'm in town with coworkers, and I shamelessly look forward to it every year. The DJ and bartenders really know how to have a good time too! Shout out to Rhino who saw me come through with a non-coworker friend, and called me out by name. I was super flattered he remembered me but also concerned that he remembered me. [pondering emoji of previous drunken night at Butter; shrugging emoji].

If you're in town, stop by, have a few jello shots, and let loose. Check out the Yelp photos to get a better idea of the fun. The photo of the can of hormel chili cracks me up every time... Whatta place!

Best night ever.
Why?
I wore a bear head and dropped it like it was hott while taking Jello shots.
That's why.

It was all the Yelp gingers in one trailer park you could say, and if that's not cause for concern, it should be. Give us a po-dunk white trash bar and we'll drink like we're going extinct. (Gingers generally don't mate with each other, however, no matter how many pop tarts, mac and cheese, and jello shots we take. Soon we'll no longer exist, so get em while they're hott)

There are tater tots, there are fun beastly bearded bartenders who can't seem to remember the price of anything, there was CM's from round the world packed in like sardines. You couldn't move a foot without bumping into the most interesting man in the world from whatever country. There was flannel.

Ain't no party like a CM Week Party....

This Dive Bar has the designed-in dumpiness to make any White Trailer Trash feel right at home. Larry the Cable Guy would like the ambiance, and Jeff Foxworthy and his "you might be a redneck if...." routine has new material waiting for it right here.

But this being San Francisco, there aren't a whole lot of genuine rednecks to go around for this place. So it is a theme bar, complete with an actual Trailer in it, with county fair greasy food any Carnie would drool and babble over through his two missing teeth. Nary a Carnie within earshot of here, rather this place is populated with slumming FiDi'ers, socially challenged geeks/nerds, marginal entertainers working off, off, Theater Artaud, some artists and hipsters, the occasional eastern European hacker, and those taking a break from Bondage a-go-go.

In other words, designer Riff Raff wannabes!

Or as an Okie from Muskogee might ask, "D'jyall wannabe a redneck for a night o ty'other? Then dad gummit, y'all hi-tail it down heya and getya sum Butter."

It is a fun place with fun people, in an anything goes type vibe. Jello shooters, pickle juice shots, concoctions only a truly bored bar rat could embrace regularly.

Dang, y'all can act outta school and not get a whuppin behind the woodshed.

The Trailer offers greasy delights only a coal miner's daughter could serve to her family, in all your favorite County Fair tastes: Corn dogs, tater tots, fried twinkies, mac-n-cheese, PB&J, anything Hillary Swank may have grown up on back in the traller park, before fame and Hollywood got her to eat Creme Fraiche and Foie Gras.

They offer a lot of entertainment here, too, of the dime store variety. Besides movies on the wall, there is the Punch and Judy meets Godzilla Goth Dinosaur acting troupe. There is also the MadHatteresque magician offering prestidigitation and other slight of hand tricks. And I think I missed the burlesque review when I went to the commode (and that is the right term for it), or was that just one of the patrons showing off her minimalist bustier from under her hand knitted sweater coat?

Dress down home and come here with your friends. A bit risky for that match.com first date, unless the date is driving in from Lodi or flying in from the Ozarks.