Gravity

This place changed the way I club. I never wear open toe heels anymore. Gravity has a tiny ass dance floor, and at one point, everyone decided it was a good time to get on it. The herd trampled over my toes and it was not pretty. When I got home I was still too drunk to fathom the need for a first aid kit so after showering, I put a clean sock on my foot and called it a night.
I went to the doctor’s the next day.

Uhh, read the news today? Someone just got shot here.
Also, we picked this place for Raina B’s birthday bash earlier this year because it was free to reserve the room upstairs and we got our own DJ, bathroom, and bartender, so that was pretty fantastic. Which was all great — until a number of girls got their purses stolen.
Takeaway: if you must come here, wear a bullet proof vest and hold onto your bag for dear life.

I was visiting the Bay area with some gal pals for Labor Day weekend and we went out on Sunday evening to Gravity. It was straight up dead. Paid the $ 5 cover (not too bad, but I was surprised that they would be charging on such a slow night) and had a few drinks, danced, etc. Pretty ok experience, it was the company I was with that made it fun.
Word of advice, try not to open a tab here. I opened and closed my tab, then the following day saw a completely separate charge that I didn’t sign for (more importantly, I didn’t benefit from the drinks). I called Gravity, and the guy took down my number, amount and date and said he’d take care of it. It has been a couple weeks and still no credit back to my account. I plan on following up but it is really annoying!

Perhaps I was a little too harsh in my previous review. Came here on a Friday night and there was no cover and no douchebags in line ruining my night. What is going on here?! Anyways, actually had a good time, despite the fact I was tired. I think it had more to do with the company I was with anyway ;) but nevertheless, not every night at Gravity has to be full of douchebag people!

I came for a friend’s birthday. We were in the room upstairs which is reserved for private parties. The music was good, but that’s about it. The interior design of this place is complete shit and the restrooms are gross.
I would recommend going elsewhere.

Plus: no-​fuss, no-​cover entry, awesome music (OK, friend was DJ-​ing last night so I am biased), and reasonably priced drinks given the Marina locale.
Minus: single-​stall bathroom on the ground floor, which was clogged by midnight, and another single-​stall bathroom in the secret upstairs area. Drink-​and-​barf is definitely not encouraged.

Small but nice. I like the crowd. They’re not sleezy and gross.
Very small dance floor (my room is bigger). Good music. TV’s.

Celebrated another girlfriend’s b-​day here… it gets better everytime! Had the best lemon drop shots ever, and that fulfills my all time favorite drink (mojitos). The owner Matt is awesome and hooked us up with the room upstairs VIP style — our own barternder, DJ, and love that we had our own restroom A+! The bartender and DJ were extremely friendly, which made the party top-​notch. Everyone was returning to the bar & feeling the vibe of wonderful peeps and music. There were people coming out of the woodworks from downstairs, but we welcomed them all. My friends and I love, love, love this joint. Much love to Matt — you are the man!!! Awesome time had by all & great memories. Thank you soooooo much xoxoxoxoxo’s…see you very soon.

I joined club 30 this month, as in, I turned thirty-​years old. My official birthday party was celebrated here.
Lucky for me, a friend of a friend knew the owner and gave us full use of the upstairs room free of charge. This was a great setup until some random folks started to crash our party. This was problem number 1. In hindsight I should have set some guidelines with the owner regarding stragglers.
As for the room itself, it wasn’t huge and it wasn’t tiny. It was actually the perfect size for the 30 or so friends who’d come to celebrate. I liked the large sectional seating area because it was perfect for lounging.
The room also had an area for a DJ, its own bathroom, and full bar. Unfortunately, I found out the next day that the Bartender wasn’t exactly nice to everyone. Asshole was the word that everyone used (if I must get into specifics) this was problem #2.
Problem #3 had to do with security. Being the birthday girl, I def. had my share of drinks. As a result, to put it mildly, I was quite the entertainer. So much so that I attracted the attention of one of the «stragglers». But not just any straggler, this guy was a beefy, corn-​fed, meat-​head, UFC reject looking neanderthal.
When he tried to dance with me, my BF along with many of my friends shot him down. This upset him, so «logically» he takes his shirt off as if to say «hey I’m a tough guy so you better watch out». Actually it sent the message that he was a loser who didn’t have anything better to do than start fights and show off his grossly obese physique.
Security should have dealt with the situation. They did not. The guy remained sulking in our room the rest of the night. Luckily in my buzzed state, I was not a witness to any of this.
Because of all these problems you might assume I didn’t have fun. I actually did, but the reason I had a good time wasn’t b/​c of the club itself. It was just the people who were there with me.
To be fair, I had no complaints with the actual venue or even the private room. It was the right size, had everything we needed, and of course it was FREE. Also, the owner Matt was helpful, pleasant and easy to work with. But the other issues: rude bartender, lack of security, and lack of privacy were hard to ignore. Had I paid for the venue I would be upset. Luckily, I didn’t come out of pocket. So no sweat there.
But if you are a paying customer think twice about hosting your own celebration here. You’ve been warned.

I was invited to a party in a «private» room in the back and upstairs of this place. The theme for the party was the 70s. No, not dress like you’re 70 years old. No, not buy something to wear that costs 70 dollars. And, no, not dress like it is going to be 70 degrees in here.
Actually, dress like it’s gonna be 100 degrees and humid in here. The air conditioning is horrible.
The downstairs area, what we walked through, on a Saturday night, to get to the party area, was standing room only. Right when you enter, to the back area, it’s people pushing past other people. Perverts copping feels. People spilling drinks.
The upstairs «private» area is okay. Although we had many unwelcome visitors throughout the party.
The bartender we had upstairs was rude as well. We asked for 2 Goose and Sodas, and a Stoli and Tonic. The bartender reused to pour the Stoli and Tonic and insted kept pouring the Goose for what was supposed to be a Stoli and Tonic. His excuse was that he already had the Goose ready, AND there was no Stoli. Though, right behind him, in plain sight, was a full bottle of Stoli.
Asshole.
The bartender also thought it was cool to invite his douchebag friends upstairs to this private party. And his douchebag friends thought it would be cool to come over and fondle the drunk birthday girl. To which her boyfriend quickly karate-​chopped his neck. The behemoth douchebag quickly took his shirt off and stood there, egging on a fight.
THIS is how to PARTY.
I will totally NOT come back to this place. Ever.

I think there was a cover to get in. But no biggie, we had to come for a friend’s birthday. And she had the whole upstairs for us.
Except I don’t understand why there is no ventilation in there. The best part of the night was when I stood next to the fan. I didn’t even have the energy to pretend to dance.
Eventually we made our way downstairs to the back room. Amazingly, there was no one else there, so we staked it for our own. Without the massive body heat, the room was bearable.
So apparently the drinks are really strong. Someone may or may not have thrown up and gotten kicked out. Poor bartender who may or may not have to be rude to said certain someone so the rest of the group left as well.
Thank goodness that certain someone wasn’t me. And thank goodness there are plenty of other bars in the area so I don’t have to go in again.

Coming from LA, we know that party nights (at least for the Asian Americans) are on Friday nights. In SF, it’s on Saturday nights. Well, since we wanted to make the most of our trip up north, we tried partying both nights. Well, none of the good parties happened on Friday, so we settled for any place.
A friend recommended Gravity since she’s always had a good time here. I admit, I had a pretty good time, but it was mainly because of the company I was with. The place itself reminded me of a dive bar with a small stage area for dancing. Actually, the area seemed more like an over-​sized pathway to the bathroom. The crowd was diverse… a little TOO diverse, I’d like to add. There are freaky people, then there are FREAKY people. I think my girl friend and I spent part of the night being cautious of this one man that had a liking for dancing his own style and grabbing some booties. We caught him on camera too! Hahha… But I digress.
The bartenders were friendly, which is always a plus. The people that came up to us were nice too. The drinks were average price and there was no wait nor cover to get in. That’s how Gravity earned 3 stars from me. Other than that, I felt the venue was a bit small, dj was so-​so, and the interior design wasn’t to my liking.

I can remember, in several situations, where I have tried to convince Amanda to come out to the Marina. Every single time, she has vehemently refused to go anywhere near there. «I’ll go to Russian Hill. That’s as far as I go.»
WELL FINE.
Then I get an email saying that her birthday party is at Gravity. In the Marina. Amanda I love you, but what the eff. Oh, it’s free and you have the upstairs all to yourself? And I have to… skank it up? I did a good job of doing that, because when I was walking out of the house my mom called out «ARE YOU SERIOUSLY WEARING THAT?»
I surprisingly find awesome parking, and burn out my transmission on the hill. Yay. I walk in and find my friends upstairs. It’s a nice, small room, and to be honest a little cozy bumping-​elbows with some of my favorite people AND celebrating a birthday of my FAVORITEST person evar is the way I love spending my saturday nights.
Points I have for this bar (following Beau’s list):
–I can say that I have defended Amanda’s honor more than once, now, due to stupid Marina girls and their asshole boyfriends coming upstairs and trying to crash the party. «We rented the upstairs for a party!» «Yeah, well we rented the downstairs for my friend’s party!» «WELL THEN GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS YOU IDIOT».
–The beer selection not so great (I hate Budweiser), but the bartender knew I refused to drink any of the other stuff, so she took down the last Bud and put it on ice especially for me. 5 stars for that bartender! (Who, by the way, makes amazing octopus jewelry, I’ll try and find the link to her website).
–Dana said that the DJ was playing music like we were at a white-​trash wedding. But the guy played all my requests, almost immediately, so hey, I loved it.
–Do not walk over to two Marina guys with Amanda, because she will interrogate them and, upon passing the test, allow them in so they can talk/​dance to you. Then one of them will say, pointing at the lightup devil horns you don’t remember how they got on your head, that «You’re horny». OMG.
–The security remembered us when we went outside for fresh air, and it was a nice smooth walk to and from.
–I think I want to have a party here. This was really, really cool.
and…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA!!! *MUAH*, BITCH!

I would have rather stayed in watching scary movies with the girls. Rob Zombie’s «Halloween» had me mesmerized.
I had to make an appearance at my NYC co-​workers b-​day gathering here. I was supposed to be on a guest list but the douche bouncer charged me $ 5 to drink in a half empty bar. As the crowd thickened, the reviews I had read prior to getting ready were SO true. Good thing my bff’s place is only a few minutes from here.
Hot, sticky, sweaty, dangerous stairs (my drunk friend fell down 9 stairs) and the only upside were the stiff drinks. (plus one star)
Watching ghetto-​esque marina girls trying to dance to hip hop deserves one additional star.
comedy.

Packed with wind-​resistent-​haired choades in Affliciton Tees.
Sweaty people packed in like sardines. .. thank god we had a booth reserved. And, I should let that dude buy me that pricey drink, but imma good girl.
Hmmm — fun people watching, though.

I came here for my friend’s birthday and we got the upstairs room, which was really fun and came with all that was promised: bartender, DJ, bathrooms. I read a bunch of reviews and most of what ppl said was very true. There is no way to either let or not let ppl into this room, so that part is true. Random ppl CAN come in, but for the most part, this wasn’t an issue. You have to walk up these really narrow stairs to get to the room. The room itself is decent sized, I was actually expecting much bigger. But it’s cozy and there’s plenty of space to sit around, just not a lot for dancing. We all made do though.
As for the rest of the place. I peeked downstairs just to look around and I was pretty disappointed. It’s not «ultra-​loungy» at all. It just looks like a regular bar with low lighting and a tiny area to dance. It’s REALLY warm too, no ventilation and really muggy-​feeling.
Plus: GREAT MUSIC if you like top 40/​hip hop.
Overall: I would come here again ONLY to be in the top room, but otherwise, the rest of the place kinda disappoints. It’s very small and I don’t feel «fancy» or «ultra» hanging out here at all. I would not make a trip to SF JUST for gravity lounge, maybe as a quick place to stop and get a drink before going somewhere else (they do make reasonably priced, strong drinks).

Went on a saturday night. It was tastefully decorated and had a nicely mixed crowd, especially for the marina district. Also great that it’s right next door to Kara’s cupcakes, which I haven’t tried yet but keep hearing great things about. Too bad Kara’s was closed.
why the 2 stars? Very little ventilation, small dance floor and the «hip hop» music… well, I thought I liked old school… but middle school (music from a few years ago, just old enough to be stale and not yet cool) just doesn’t cut it.

So, no change in star rating, just an update that I have actually been back to Gravity… for a birthday.
Yes, Gravity itself is not such an awesome place, but my friends got the upstairs reserved for their birthday. The upstairs is a bit difficult to find but it’s a great place to have a private party as you are away from the normal crowd, have your own bartender… and your own set of bathrooms! I think the entire night ran more smoothly having that private bar area.
Our bartender — whose name I don’t know — was fab.

Somewhat typical Marina bar, and somewhat cramped. Definitely a sausage fest. Drinks are a bit expensive for what they are … weak. The bartender did comp me a drink since he forgot my order. The music is top 40 and hip hop, the dance floor is a bit cramped.
I didn’t have a terrible time, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to head there again.
EDIT: I realized yesterday that my debit card was missing. When I logged onto my account to view recent charges I found that Gravity charged $ 32 on my account even though I never used the card. I assume it fell out of my pocket and someone else grabbed it. Either way, boo to them for not checking IDs!

To James … whose number that was scrawled on my hand, it rubbed off in my sleep, so call me! We’ll get phở and hang out as platonic friends. Oh, I’m Chinese so don’t you konichi wah me.
Carl Lee was twiddled
Ugly people making out
Joel is the new black
Russian fight broke out
Juicy, I want your knit hat
Refridgerator
This place is like Blondies in the Mission but without the huge martini’s. It was hot, crowded and a meat market. I’m coming back next weekend.