Backflip
601 Eddy Street
415-771-FLIP
I really had to haul my weary rear out of bed to get down to Backflip where Mariah was throwing a poolside birthday party for Greg. I power motivated. One glass of wine at Dolly's and I crawled home and into my beddy. Electric blanket on. I was smart though. Thinking ahead. I left my clothes on. Nothing that a little cleanup of the mascara and an extra spray of perfume didn't improve, I was ready to go at 11pm.
I've never actually made it to any poolside party at Backflip; I'm always too late. And anyway, a pool in the 'Loin is a pool in the 'Loin. And so I was again, <sigh>. Late, that is. The taxi driver on the way there asked me who went to Backflip nowadays. Geez, my impression is that it tends to be beautiful hipsters. FromOutOfTown BP's. National magazines keep writing the joint up as the place to be seen, and so these Not From Here people throng inside. Yup, that's what it was like this past Friday. Crowds of tight chic people. As well as some down home frat party mentality. There's something a tad ridiculous about a meat head pushing through the crowd yelping, "Out of my way" and clutching a soft, pink, fuzzy cosmo. Moron.
It's cool inside, though. Things it has going for it: 1). It's dark 2) It's pleasing on the eye 3) Martinis are faboo 4). DJs are ok 5). You're unlikely to run into anyone you know from SF.
What really sucks though is that the dancefloor is just way too wee. And on a Friday night, you cannot move in any direction. Plus, there's the whole added annoyance of the BP girls in their strappy heels trying to dance, and tossing their stringy locks in your face in an imagined coquettish manner. So, if you're coming to dance, prepare to annoyed. Actually, just don't bother going at all.
Backflip is at its best early on in the evening during a school night. Sip a drink at the bar, catch up with your friends, and then head off for dinner. You'll get your cool quota in for the week without having to battle the clientele. On the other hand, if you're visiting from out of town, and you want a cocktail with a scene, this is the place to go on a Thursday-Saturday evening. It's just a scene minus any self-respecting locals.
Or, if you're looking for somewhere to throw a private party, this might be your answer. And don't be disheartened when they don't return your phone calls for private events (yup, we're talking personal experience here). Just keep on at them.
Ohh. And I just have one question. Why the hell does every window in the building across the street from Backflip have a mini satellite dish beaming out of it?
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