Nap’s 3

I know my roommate and I aren’t the best singers but they didn’t have to turn off our microphones :(

Friday night. 8:30pm. The bar is nearly empty when we waltz in; the salt-​and-​pepper-​haired man behind the counter waves to us. «Hey!» he shouts to my friend, a regular. «You singing for us tonight?» I look at the floor and flush red with embarrassment at the prospect of public singing; my friend nods with glee.
The bar is relatively empty, the crowd a mix of older men and chicks with tats playing pool. An older woman is dancing salsa in the aisle. It’s awesome. I ask the bartender for something sweet; he makes me a Malibu with pineapple juice. I haven’t tasted anything like it since I was a freshman in college. I realize with delight that most of the people sitting at the bar at on this fine Friday night are here to sing. Kinda feels like I’ve stepped into the dive version of American Idol tryouts. Hurrah!
Nap himself excitedly waves people over to the microphone as their turns for karaōke approach. The atmosphere is warm and comfortable, almost familial. The guys here don’t have their game faces on, which is so refreshing — they’re here to play pool, to drink beer with friends, to catch the end of the football game. The doors are wide open and cold air blows in along with cigarette smoke. Some sloppy drunk guy tries to make my acquaintance one too many times, rubs up against a few too many patrons, and the bartender is on him like white on rice, shoving him towards the door. I’m impressed. The bartenders here are not your average, slinky sexpots dressed in black. Oh no. They’re older, unabashed with their hoodie sweatshirts and bottles of Bud. It’s kinda like being served cocktails by mom and pop.
The bar gets more and more crowded as the hours pass; hipsters crowd the room, sipping scotch and PBR. In the back, truckers, scruffy old men and hipsters alike lounge around the pool table watching the game of billiards. Kind of amazing that one dive can be a favorite for so many crowds. My friend has been regaling us with songs all night, and we wince as someone butchers the Beatles. I shove my hand into the bowl of pretzels and consider coming back tomorrow.

«You guys are so typical. This is an ese bar»
Where else can you hear words like that directed at your group yet still somehow feel at home?
This is a true dive bar with a vibe that looks like it hasn’t changed since the ‘70s. Lottery tickets lining the walls, free pretzels at the bar, the most raggedy karaōke machine I’ve ever seen, and cheap strong drinks. The best part of Nap’s 3, though, is its expansive back porch.
If you ever find El Rio to be too busy and just want somewhere to chill out and have a drink free of creeping hipster interference, this is the place!

Came here on the Karaōke night about six months ago for the first time. Not busy, got to sing several songs, and the KJ had a great personality. No bullshit lines, no bullshit drinks, no bullshit period. My secret Karaōke spot.

I’m not sure how a dive bar as dive-​y as Nap’s can get anything but a perfect rating. This is the closest to a 1:1 ratio in advertising you can find these days, this is the American dream folks!
Nap’s has cheap pool, cheap beer and free pretzels. I forget which night it is, but there are free shitty hotdogs sometimes too. The bathroom can be smelled about halfway into the bar. The music is loud with a god-​awful selection and the back patio is huge and lacking any supervision by overzealous security or barbacks. This is a real dive bar and one of the best places to show up with a big party and just let loose.

This is one of those places you have to «get» to like.
For one, where else can you do bar karaōke on a Friday or Saturday without an insane wait?
This is a true dive bar, not a pretend bar. The people that come here are friendly, but don’t put up with any BS. Drinks are super cheap, so just take a break for once and escape the hipster scene.

Giants dugout! Need I say more. Cold beers, pool table, karaōke (Fri. & Sat.), jukebox, and patio. Of course, you have your share of drunks from time to time; for the most part, we should all be able to get home safe.
Amor Eterno

Nap’s is a true dive bar. Swing by on a Thursday or Friday and you’ll catch working-​class locals drinking a Bud or playing a round of pool at the (surprisingly well-​maintained) pool table in the back. The décor looks pretty similar to El Rio, but there’s more of a vibe of authenticity: those looking for an ironic hipster feel should look elsewhere. The drinks themselves aren’t great (no craft beer or particularly good liquor), but the bartenders and patrons alike are always super-​friendly.
Most importantly, there’s free karaōke every Friday and Saturday night! It’s not the fanciest karaōke set-​up you’ll ever see, but there’s nothing better than ending a night with swinging by Nap’s to drunkenly belt out a few hits to a cheering audience.
Not every night is the right night for Nap’s, but when you’re looking for a down-​home dive bar that feels like a real community hangout, my buddy Nap has your back.

I’ve been to Naps many times and I must say that it does draw in a certain crowd. Most of the people who get 86ed from El Rio end up there. The types that come in there are usually very ghetto. There are tons of douchy guys who tried to pick me up there even when I was with my boyfriend, (the ones who hang out around the pool table are the WORST) and there was once even a girl who tried to pick my boyfriend up when I was there! Hood rat kept asking my bf (after I had left for the bathroom) «Is she your girlfriend? How long have you been dating?» blah blah, even though she had seen us holding hands and kissing a few minutes before. Of course my bf wasn’t falling for it, thankfully! But seriously, with the type of crowd that place attracts, I’m surprised more people don’t have experiences like Stephanie S! I definitely keep my stuff on the floor under the bar and make sure my bf is there when I am not there, and vice versa. But after seeing that thefts and stuff happen often there, I will be even more vigilant if I ever go in there again.
Pretty much I go just for the karaōke, mostly when I don’t want to have to deal with the crowds @ the mint or encore on the weekends. But I’ll probably not go back. For one, the sound system SUCKS, and two, they need a serious upgrade of songs. There is absolutely no modern stuff there, everything is 90s or before. It was really hard finding songs that I wanted to sing.
Staff is great and drinks are stiff and good. Nap himself is a very sweet guy but that’s not enough really. The entire place needs a complete overhaul as well as some new clientele that isn’t falling over drunk all the time which makes them more confrontational, hornier, and bolder than ever, or the patrons that have sticky fingers. Both are simply not @ all good for business.

I lied and returned here for the same reason as before: El Rio wasn’t an option.
And you know what? Again I left within 5 minutes because the karaōke (which seems to be perpetually offered to the drunkest patron) was PAINFULLY loud.

I was walking by with some friends, and stopped in to get some cashiola, but ended up staying an hour to sing a song. We would’ve stayed longer if we didn’t have tickets to a show. I like this place for everything in Lauren S.‘s review and then some.
Nap’s is the exact karaōke bar I would love to own in the future. The DJ appears to be the owner, who’s probably been doing this for a while and still loves every second. The karaōke videos are awful 90’s scenes and dance numbers, which make it awesome. The music is definitely old school midi karaōke, too. I would love to come back to this spot if I am ever back in town.

Came here for the first time by chance after a shitty day… and I left with a smile on my face.
This is a true DIVE bar… it’s a little scary when you walk in, but people are very chill and friendly. And there was an imporomptu karaōke night. Cute garden in the back, but I couldn’t tell if they use it because we were the only ones there.

I love this place! This place is tacky, kitschy, divey, and filled with Christmas décor and Die Hard 2 playing on the big screen behind the bar while the karaōke is RIGHT next to the entrance of the bar. The music is way too loud, but perfect to cover up those who can’t sing. But everyone is super friendly here and the back patio is a great spot on a nice night. For those complaining that there wasn’t nice beer or hard alcohol, ummm hello it’s a dive bar.
I say come here for a free night of karaōke and soak up the ambiance. It’s a good time, I swear!

I hit Nap’s in the midst of a Mission St. dive bar crawl, rolled in, got my whiskey, immediately made drunk buddies with this girl doing absolutely horrendous karaōke & her too-​gay-​to-​be-​true best friend, went out to the back patio all together for a smoke where we stumbled across a fire pit and Judy’s birthday party, which we totally crashed, and then launched into a too loud conversation held mostly in various dialects of mangled Spanish before moving on to the next dive.
I imagine that most evenings at Nap’s can only be described in a single breathless sentence.

Nap’s is the red-​neck mullet of dive bars — dubious business in the front, glorious party in the back.
The inside bar is small, has some shady customers, and features a pool table. The patio is the perfect place for a party! There is a large deck with small tables grouped all over the patio and festive lights twinkling from every umbrella. When the patio’s quiet, you can hear El Rio’s bands from next door.
$ 3 Miller and Bud on tap.

After finding out that the Napper Tandy no longer had karaōke on Friday evenings, it was time to go in search of a new Saturday night place to get my crackeoke fix. It’s a long, convoluted story, but I ended up here.
The drinks were too expensive, the songbook is small, and they had the STRANGEST versions of songs. I signed up for «Me and Bobby McGee», because I always play it safe at new karaōke spots. It was a bizarre 80’s synth-​pop male-​singer version.
The method of signing up for a song is archaic. Dude, I know that you love karaōke, and I do too, but you really need to get with the times. Trying to find the song number in those books is ridiculous. I won’t be returning.

During a night filled with bar hopping with the ladies, we came into Naps 3. It was a quick little stop, since the bar was mostly filled with regulars and it was Karaōke night.
The drinks were alright, you can’t expect a lot from an Absolute & Red Bull or a bottle of beer. We ordered one each, then decided to leave after the songs started. Never saw someone dance to a karaōke song, guess I needed a few more drinks…

A divey, dive, bar. Way down into the deep dive, kinda dive.
Came in on a saturday night, and the place was decently packed a place like this. I’m assuming Knockout and El Rio were too packed, so people started mosing on down into this watering hole.
Cons:
— An annoying group of young skanks, here for a bachelorette party, were crowding the front part of the bar, which made it incredibly difficult to get past the narrow passage.
— No grey goose. :(
— Loud, horrible, screeching Karaōke, which I actually kinda enjoyed, so maybe this should be on the list of Pros.
Pros:
— Aside from the bachelorette party, the vibe was chill.
— Bartenders were friendly and poured really stiff drinks.
— Karaōke!
— Large back patio.
— Decent pool table
If we went on the day the bachelorette party wasn’t here, Naps would have been more enjoyable. Being around annoying, loud, screaming drunks girls, that can’t hold their liquor, is not my idea of a good time.

My number one bar related pet peeve is when the music is too loud to hold a normal conversation without shouting. I’ve said it before; people go to a bar to talk and they go to a club to hear loud music. Nap’s 3 you aren’t a club so turn the damn jukebox down.
My number two bar related pet peeve is any bar in San Francisco that doesn’t offer Anchor Steam. We have a world-​class beer being brewed right here, how about a little city pride Nap’s 3?
The only draft choices are Miller and Bud Light, the bottle choices aren’t much better. The only «quality» beer they offer is Sierra Nevada Pale Ale but it’s too hoppy and tastes like soap.
The only reasons they get three stars is because of the funny/​friendly bartender and the fact that they had the cinematic masterpiece Shallow Hal playing on the big screen behind the bar.
:-P
I had an all right time but with so many better bars in the neighborhood I don’t see any reason to go back unless I decide to check out the karaōke they have on Fridays and Saturdays.

All of you poor pathetic fools who crowd the back patio of El Rio on a sunny day, clawing and fighting just to get a spot at the bar to wait another 5 minutes to get a drink order, you are suckers.
Yes, I said it. Suckers, every last one of you. Naps has a back patio with seating and a bar that pours a decent drink, and you don’t have to wait. It is not nearly as cool, I suppose, but that makes it more cool, didn’t you get the memo? No? good.
I am not saying this is the best damn bar in the city. There are no drink specials, there is no kitschy décor, no puppies humping unicorns under a fountain of champagne being poured by a supermodel. in fact there is absolutely nothing memorable about the place. Nothing except the many memos meant for the bartenders but in plain view of the customer, with handy reminders about not selling alcohol to minors or allowing drug sales in the bar.
Its just a hole in the wall dive, with nothing to make it special at all. Which is why I can always find a seat on a warm day.