Hole In the Wall Saloon

Hole in the wall saloon is maybe the last of the cool gay bars in the city. It is bikers, punk and rock and roll friendly. The decoration is insane and if you feel really happy or in the mood you can swing the lights hanging on top of the bar. Bartenders are friendly. Patrons are local and diverse.
The music is the best a bar can deliver, basically rock and roll but not tied to it. You will never heard lame cheap music here and that for me is a must.

Went there on a Friday during the day. The bartender should find another job he likes. All this guy did from the moment I sat down was complain! He complains about everything… his job, the other people he works with, the people in the bar, the people on the street, you name it! I just sat there and was astonished at his level of his discontent with life. He was annoying! Who wants go to a bar pay money and listen to someone have a complaint session? Maybe his hair was giving him a head ache that day as it was all pulled up in a «man bun» hair style like those guys on the Survior. Don’t waste you time going here unless you are a thapist and can help.

Amazing and friendly bartenders. The crowd was super diverse and unpretentious. Would definitely reccommend this place if you lean more towards a low key watering hole. Will definitely be returning in the future!

Excellent little place right byThe Powerhouse, didn’t discover it until leather wknd last Sept. when Powerhouse wasn’t open yet. Nice friendly vibe, and bartenders are the best. Colorful décor and lots of wooden seats and pool table. Nice comfortable place to relax.

Fantastic bar. Great décor, cheap drinks, and very chill atmosphere. It’s like a little dive place, not cruisy at all but cute guys everywhere! I am the quintessential ‘fag hag’ in my group and so when my boys took me here while we were on vacation I was afraid that I’d stick out like a sore thumb. Some male-​centric gay bars aren’t friendly to the ladies. But this one was great, the bartender was sweet, made our drinks strong as hell, and we hung out for a few hours. It was nice drinking in a bar where you could actually hear the other person talking too. Great spot and will go back for sure when I’m next in town!

LOVE LOVE LOVE this place. I actually thought I had already Unilocaled this place, but I guess I had not. Yeah it’s a little gay bikers bar, and not everyone is pretty, but dammit, it’s the friendliest gay bar in San Francisco. Anyone and everyone is welcome just as long as you can respect everyone else and not mind if someone bumps into you. The bartenders are the best, the drinks are very decent, and the atmosphere is incredible!!!
I LOVE THIS PLACE.

Great place to spot bears and hang out after work. Very chill vibe here but definitely cruise worthy.

I love this dump. I always make a point of going there when in the city. Can’t wait to take my girlfriend there when we go up in June for the parade.

Went in Last Tuesday. I haven’t been for a while and I still love the bar — but man since when does a Powers with a club soda back come to $ 9.75? Won’t return thanks.

Great bar. Well, it depends on what you are after really.
Oh, this is a homosexual bar, by definition, clearly. There are cocks everywhere, neon cocks, 1970’s cocks, papier mâché cocks, graffiti cocks… but I would like to point out that it has good beer (Racer 5, rotation specials, Pyramid Hef and Sierra Nevada at least), strong booze and TV movies with subtitles.
Bartenders are friendly (Miguel, your hair is beautiful) and I have never had any trouble here with my friends, straight and gay, male and female. Or TurboJugend.
PS
If you are actually using this thing to search for a gay bar, you are not gay and you can’t wait to update your status about being here (fascinating, you really are) you are straight-​up and idiot and I really hope you hate this place. The negative reviews on this page are some of the worst ever.

The bartender on Fridays is the best ;-)
This is my Beer & Pool Bar every Firday from noon to 5PM

Yay! I love this little gem. Go stoned and stare at the ceiling.

Well, defiantly a goodie, if your into «biker trash“‘I would say its an off beat of the «eagle» it’s not like that KoK bar, much better.

My friend and I went here after reading some seriously amusing Unilocal reviews. We knew it was a bear den, we knew it was a gay biker bar on Folsom. The bartender was the friendliest person we encountered. The drinks were cheap, $ 8 bucks for two vodka cran’s.
But it started with the jackass behind us who kept coughing on us to get us to move from the bar, then in a place with lots of room to negotiate people kept running into me when passing.
Got it. You don’t like me or Jarrod. Trust me, message received and we will not be back.

You remember that little game where everyone yells «penis» to see who has the biggest balls (pardon) to yell the word the loudest?
Well, that game manifested into a bar. Welcome to the penis jungle.
After dinner, the crew was up for a quick drink elsewhere before heading back to the hotel. Now where would one turn to when in need of a suggestion of somewhere to go, within certain geographical and financial constraints? Well, Unilocal of course.
While the rest of the block was a bit dead on a week night, we moved forward, past the reefer scented doorway. What we experienced next was definitely moving. And memorable.
Sure, many boast about having a large penis. But, Hole In The Wall has one of the biggest penises I have ever seen. And it was green! It was as if the Jolly Green Giant got snipped and mounted, all for the glory of the bar.
Why, hello there.
A quick look around lead to the discovery of more penises. (I wish the plural of penis was peni, don’t you?!) Penis, penis everywhere. Penises with faces, penises exploding, penises on bears that prevent forest fires… you name it!
I know a great drinking game that we could have played. I spy the penis. That would have been great fun.
So, maybe we didn’t quite fit in here. (I was without my leather chaps.) But, no one in there cared. Sure, maybe we cared that they may have cared… but they didn’t.
We made sure to get a quick drink and a round of shots was every bit worth the $ 21 dollars shelled out for five of them. Say woooord!
If you like peni (it’s my review so I can make up words) you may want to give Hole In The Wall a poke. Think of it as a penis museum if you will — you must approach it with great respect.
Oh, and make sure to tip your bartender. I would hate for the big green penis hanging above to get mad at you.

I believe in rating businesses on how successfully they pull off whatever it is they’re purporting to be. Expensive, frou-​frou places better have some damn good frou-​frou food and someone refilling my water glass after every sip. Dive bars need only have cheap prices, legit character, and something interesting on tap.
Hole In The Wall, as far as I can tell, is successfully pulling off being the gayest gay bar that ever gayed. Hence the 5 stars.
From the giant, green, blacklit penis hanging over the bar to the walls covered — every inch — with phallic imagery to the poster of Smokey The Bear ejaculating by the bathrooms, this is a place that is clear about who its target demographic is. Now, obviously that’s not the entire gay contingent — this black-​painted, light-​string lit, dark and divey joint isn’t for everybody, but it definitely has a distinct personality. And I love how fully that’s embraced. REALLY fully. Just ask Smokey.
Now, I and the group I was with (other Unilocal Community Managers — yep, Unilocal led us here… oh, the importance of labeling businesses properly… I went ahead updated «bar» to «gay bar») stuck out like sore vaginas, not just because we were primarily girls, but also because we were dressed for going out. The dress code at Hole In The Wall was more grungy jeans, t-​shirts, some no shirts, etc. However, despite us CLEARLY being more spectators than participants, no one gave us the stink-​eye or seemed to care — which I really appreciated, and which I wouldn’t have blamed them for.
Everyone was just having a chill, relaxed time playing pool and hanging out, and left us to ourselves to bask in our poorly concealed ignorant amazement. The bartender was friendly, too, and our kamikazes were huge, strong and $ 21 for the 5 of them (insert joke). AND we drank them under a giant glowing penis. Like I said, 5 stars.

I remember when this place was located on the 9^th Street (where Wicked Grounds is now). My first time there, I sat in the back where I was greeted by a wall of Polaroid penises. It’s hard to forget these things.
I like this location. It feels bigger, though not by much. I’ve only ever been here with co-​workers for happy hour or in the day during an event, so I don’t know how it gets when the freaks come out at night. I do know they make yummy Bloody Marys from scratch… or at least they did when on 9^th Street. The bartenders and bar-​goers have always been friendly and welcoming, even though I’m, well, female. I’ve always had a good time here!

I maintain that this is a great place to drink every once in a while… like when you’re crawling the Folsom.
You do need to be in the mood for sleaze though. And you also need a group!
Hole in the Wall was called by a friend from New York «The second scariest gay bar in the world.» It lost the top spot to some joint clinging to the underbelly of Amsterdam.
Well done, San Francisco.

5 stars — easily.
This SOMA bar caters to the alternative, middle-​aged, blue collar working gay man. It’s for leather daddies, bears and twinks alike. Welcoming, easy-​going atmosphere with patrons and bartenders that harbor no attitude.
The atmosphere is pretty damn awesome. You can spend an hour just looking at all of the lights and pieces d’arts. Check out the dragon that canvasses the entire ceiling of this place — complete with lighting effects. Pretty dang cool, right?
The music here is one of my favorite things about the Hole in the Wall — they play lots of the alternative style of music, heavy on the early 80’s British punk scene as well as the newer alternative music.
Plus — when’s the last time you sipped your cocktail while sitting in a barber chair? Oh, «never» you say? Well, you can do precisely that here at the Hole in the Wall.
Cigarette smoking is on the front «porch». Smoke your weed out in the street.

Gross.