Lime

Loves it!!! Don’t come here for intimate convo, come here to transform the normal boring brunch into awesomeness: P

This place was all about the ambiance.
Not the drinks.
Not the food.
Not the service.
Just the ambiance. The music, the daytime club-​like scene, the dancing during brunch.
… And with an ambiance as unique and kick-​ass as this one, it deserves all of 3 glorious stars.
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Is it really closed? I’m so surprised. It was ALWAYS crowded on weekends.

I’m so mad this place is closed! WHYYY.
Watever. I’m still putting in my two cents.
Go here for brunch! $ 8 Bottomless mimosas and a great selection of brunch plates (eggs benedict, omelettes, and the pancakes are to die for!) Music is also very upbeat, which i love. Felt like i was in the club for a minute (i was so drunk on mimosas, it might as well been a club) Parking a b! tch, like most places in SF.
Arrivadolce, Lime! Please reopen soon!

LIME FAIL…
Initially tried to get reservations a week in advance but apparently Lime doesn’t call you back if their place is full, and well before 11am, they can’t give out tables to walk-​ins «just-​in-​case» the noon reservations show up early… even if you already buy your first round of bottomless mimosas — of which you can only get free refills if you have a table…
I may be a bit biased because of my recent experience, but until I gain a bit more respect for their customer service or a detailed list of their «policies» Lime’s gonna remain a one-​star for me… yay for Tangerine closeby.

Do not anticipate good food. Maybe good Mimosas. Im just saying.
I got there super early for brunch, so I dodged the wait. but, i spent a good 2 – 3 hours there. Not because I wanted to, but because I was forced to. it took about 30 minutes to order my food, another hour to actually get it. Then it was all downhill from there.
Not to mention that the food was awful. Like my friend said, it’s worse than cafeteria food. HOW DO YOU MESS UP ON EGGS?! C’MON MAN! oh and there was a LONG, CURLY HAIR in our food.
I gave it 2 stars because my server was absolutely amazing and had the cutest green Zara shorts on.
Even if you comped my meal i wouldn’t come back nor would recommend Lime to anyone. It’s not like you need my business anyways.
There are other brunch places that do bottomless mimosas around that Area, so take your money somewhere that serves decent eggs.

Lime is the definition of Sunday Funday.
Impromptu Sunday brunches at Lime don’t usually happen. Have you ever tried to make a reservation for Sunday? They’re booked a month in advance! So the Brunch Gods smiled upon us when my girls and I walked in, hovered uncomfortably close to some patrons at the bar, and waited 15 minutes until they left.
YES! Victory!
The wait for a table was 2 hours but seats at the bar are based on availability, so we were some lucky bishes.
We split the cinnamon French toast, 4 oz. steak and eggs with house potatoes, and huevos rancheros… and of course, the mimosas. I prefer the traditional mimosa over the pomegranate, but I tried them all that morning (or was it afternoon?). As we passed the plates back and forth and toasted to Sunday Funday round after round, we shimmied in our seats to the house beats. Aww, Lime… you’re just what I needed.
Side note: For a place that serves bottomless adult beverages, it’s really a shame there are only TWO bathrooms, so you can imagine the line. And neither bathroom has a lock :/

It’s like a brunch club — loud music, bottomless mimosas and all the flamboyance of the Castro (boys in shiny gold booty shorts).
Get here early — we came at 10:30am on a Sunday and just beat the crowd.
Service was great — they kept coming to refill our mimosas and my glass was never empty for more than 1 minute.
Needless to say, someone in our group of 5 puked.

BRINGING VEGAS DAYTIME RAGING TO THE BAY!
Vegas has dayclubs like Encore Beach, Rehab, and Marquee. We, San Franciscans have Lime and it’s the perfect place to bring out-​of-​towners to show them how we really DO IT in SF! You might not be able to get away with nearly as much as you can if you were Vegas. *wink wink* But where else in SF can you…
*FIST PUMP in your chair while brunching. (Yah, we’re classy like that.)
*Watch random people bump and grind, make out, AND join in on the fun. (There’s no better place to whore out than in the Castro!)
*Lose your inhibitions with each flute of mimosas. (Kiss your self-​dignity goodbye.)
I would be banned from family gatherings and disowned by my parents if they ever knew I did the aforementioned. Luckily, 8 years of Catholic School has taught me well. TO. LIE.
On Sunday, 10.2.11, my friends and I came to Lime at 3 PM to rage to our hearts out because apparently the lush in me didn’t get enough alcohol the previous 3 nights.
The food served during brunch is mediocre but who cares when there’s $ 9 BOTTOMLESS MIMOSAS? Our cute server, Tony was awesome and definitely kept the liquor flowing.
When we first got there, there were people making out and hardcore bumping and grinding that made me blush. I’m far from being a prude but something about doing that in the daytime seems odd to me. However, after pounding down 10 or so flutes like shots, I was SMASHED and DJ Ken C’s spinning Top 40s, Hip Hop, House and Throwbacks had me up and dancing and wanting to talk to everyone in sight. I loved the crowd; mixed, friendly and outgoing.
Though it took some liquid courage, I haven’t had THAT much fun in a long, long time! Yay, for Sunday Fundays! If only there were straight guys there, I would have been in DEEP SH*T. Yup, that’s what 8 years of Catholic school will do to you…
TIPS/​NOTES
*Cash only during weekend brunch (ATM inside).
*Reservations are very difficult to get (at least a month wait) and they NEVER answer their phone and/​or return messages.
*90 minute limit on tables during brunch.
*Make sure to ask for the complimentary fresh-​out-​of-​the oven biscuits (YUM!).
*People dress like they’re going clubbing.
*Fellas, wondering WHERE all the ladies are at? They’re AT Lime on the weekends.
*One restroom stall which means LONG wait.
*There’s a parking lot available across the street.

Faut le dire, Castro est le quartier où vous trouverez les meilleurs bars de SF. La formule oeufs mimosa + bacon accompagné du champagne jus d’orange à volonté le dimanche matin; ça n’a pas de prix tellement c’est bon.
La clientèle n’a certes pas dormi de la nuit mais vous les verrez faire la queue devant le bar.

Like last time… I came, I saw, I got f*ed up.
Dale, a blue eyed beauty, was the sweetest! He catered to me and my girlfriends’ needs and always did above and beyond. Always a damn good time… Lime never disappoints!

If I could, I would come here every weekend.
The food is amazing and the mimosas are bottomless which automatically makes them amazing. Service is great because your glass is never empty. Music is better than most City clubs.
It’s like a mini gay Vegas and I love it.

We dined here over the weekend using the SBBF’s Groupon deal he bought. It basically meant we have a predetermined menu when using this deal.
As we walked along the street to find this place it was pretty weird! First off, there’s no sign in front of the restaurant, so it’s pretty tough to find. I believe they share the restaurant with Ike’s Sandwiches. Which by the way is apparently bomb-​alicious cuz when we walked in there was a line out the door just for the sandwiches. It was weird though, people order their sandwiches up front near the door and then grab their sandwiches and sit by the BAR or inside the restaurant to grub. Now I’m not fancy pants but unwrapping a deli sandwich and sittin down on some nice modern, more upscale seating just doesn’t look like a nice picture.
So we had to talk to the bartender to let him know we’re here for the «restaurant» and he told us to seat ourselves anywhere in the back… WTF? A few other couples came in and apparently had the same Groupon deal but were seated by a random waiter in the back. Thankfully, our waitress was this hip, cute lil mama with the best sense of humor. :)
She explained to us what was coming out and here’s what we had:
–1 botte of champagne: Eh, it was drinkable.
–Deviled eggs: bland and hard… gross!
–Caesar salad: big pieces of warm, wilted lettuce with cheese, crutons and warm, thick caesar dressing on top… double time gross!
–4 Slider burgers: Pretty juicy, buns were soft and crispy at the same time… not so bad. :)
–Grilled cheese sandwich bites w/​tomato bisque: Wayyyy too cheesy but the tomato bisque made it easier to go down.
–Seasoned string fries: Super yum! Very, very crispy.
–4 mini desserts: Crème brûlée tasted pretty gross, it had this mocha flavor to it, meh pass please! Brownie w/​vanilla bean ice cream… how can you mess this up? They didn’t, it was delish! Carrot cupcake w/​frosting… the frosting was to die for! Cheesecake ball dipped in white chocolate… not so bad, the cheesecake wasn’t creamy enough for my taste.
All in all, the food was pretty blah but the waitress’s awesome attitude made up for the no-​effort, mediocre food. And the place really seems like it’s better fit for a gay lounge which I’m sure is what it really is. Would I go back? Hmm, if I finally find my gay guy best friend one day and he had his parties there with comp drinks… sure, why not? :)

Pros: Fresh (complimentary) biscuits with assortment of butter and jams. Bottomless mimosas for $ 7. Extra thick pieces of bacon. Delicious house potatoes. Live DJ.
Cons: Slow, inattentive service. Club atmosphere that is a little too loud and trying-​too-​hard-​to-​be-​cool for a nice, relaxing weekend brunch. Crowd seemed a bit pretentious and I’m-so-cool-to-be-having-brunch-here-where-everything-is-white-and-the-servers-are-all-hipster-and-it-sounds-like-I’m-in-a-club-but-really-I’m-just-eating-eggs.

Brunch at Lime is kind of how I would imagine brunch would be waking up feeling like P. Diddy in Vegas. You walk in and it’s literally a club event at 1pm on a Sunday afternoon in Castro to say the least– there’s a long wait but everyone is buzzed sipping on their bottomless mimosas (which they refill almost too frequently) in the waiting area, the music is loud and poppin’, and the whole restaurant is in a very party hardy mood – so really, the wait flies by.
I came here a few Sundays ago to catch up with some girlfriends over brunch and bottomless mimosas on a Sunday. The brunch menu is very well priced. I got the Eggs Florentine and I thought it was delicious. The egg was slightly cooked so the inside was still creamy and the biscuit was fresh and homey. YUM! My favorite part of the meal had to be the personal solo chair strip dance my table got from a fellow diner. God Bless America! There were lap dance dance-​offs going on, heavy PDA sessions, drunk people everywhere all while Ke$ha and Britney were blasting above.
Dinner at Lime, on the contrary, doesn’t have the same festive, energetic vibe as brunch. It’s way low key with fewer tables. The menu is also different. It’s a tapas style menu so everything comes in smaller appetizer portions with a bigger price tag.
I don’t recommend dinner but I definitely recommend everyone to come for brunch at least once to see what all the raves about! The vibe is out of control. Loves it!

Let’s be real here — nobody is at Lime for the food. It’s either about the boys or the booze or both.
Pancakes — meh. Potatoes — meh. French toast — think sweet spongy cardboard. Biscuits — surprisingly okay and fluffy. They were perhaps my favorite food item, which is ironic because they’re free. The drinks — $ 9 for bottomless mimosas, and who cares if the champagne is cheap? It’s NINE dollars!
Get there early so you don’t have to wait — and by early, I mean before 10am. You want to get your buzz going before noon? You gotta work for it. Some other Unilocalers complained that their mimosas were slow to be refilled; it probably helped that our party was among the first seated, so the servers were pretty fresh and attentive. Kids, the lesson here is: the early bird gets the most mimosas!
You’ve got 90 minutes to make the most of the booze buffet — err, I mean, brunch — before you’re left with the bill. Whoever came up with the idea of serving drunk brunch and making everybody pay cash is a genius — when your brain doesn’t want to think, you have a tendency to round up, round wrong, then throw cash on the table and figure it’s better to overpay than underpay. After that’s done, either head to the dance floor and let loose, or follow my example and stumble tipsily around the Castro enjoying the sights ;)