Overtime Sports Bar & Grill

Where everybody knows your name… well, after two visits, of course!
Cheap drinks. Great staff. Happy hour specials. Pool table, tvs and darts. You can’t go wrong here. Pretty divey, unpretentious but has lots of charm.

I really wish I could give this place a higher rating. I’ve gone to this place regularly over the past two years to watch basketball games after work. It used to be a solid four star with five star potential: inexpensive drinks, awesome happy hour specials, lots of nice TVs, darts, a pool table, nice staff, good food, clean bathrooms, internet jukebox etc etc.
Recently the place has gone south. Seems like the management is slacking big time. Many of the TVs are broken and off during the games. The bathroom in the back is now unstocked, filthy and blocked by kegs (wtf?). They have taps that are unused and the happy hour drink list is real short. The wings suck. The internet jukebox is $ 1 per song for all songs, new or old. That’s a rip off.
The only saving grace is the bartender is a super cool guy and the girl that comes in to work in the evenings is cool too. However, if things don’t start shaping up, my friends and I might have to find another place to go.

Cheap beer.
Great greasy burgers with magic sauce and real cooked through bacon.
Lots of TVs and space.
Staff is chill and the cook will come out and make sure you like the food if its not too crowded.
Down side is its hard to get to. I wouldn’t really say its a hidden gem either but its a place that I go frequently for a burger and beer.

I had a grand-​ol’ time at Overtime for my birthday! A friend and I decided to bring back drinking games and cheap light beers for our joint birthday party. And we wanted it in our neighborhood. And we wanted the location to be unpretentious. And we wanted to be drunk and unruly, with our sexually-​themed birthday cakes. Well, Overtime fit the bill for all of the above, and was a very supportive venue for all of that! I love this place!
So what we drinking games did we have? I’m glad you asked. We had beer pong/​beirut, quarters, flip cup, and finally… DAS — BOOT! Overtime gave us the usage of the back area with tables, although our crowd eventually took over the bar anyway. There’s a pool table back there but also you can ask to put this wooden board over the pool table, making it a great (but not regulation sized) beer pong/​flip cup table. We spent all of Saturday night there, from 7:30pm to about 1am. Beers were cheap and a plenty. The staff is very nice there and poured me and the other birthday boy shots at the end of the night. I had so much fun!
Thank you for Overtime for a wonderful birthday party for me and my friends. This joint has the laid-​back, neighborhood-​bar charm that is not commonly found in SoMA. I’m going to have to become a regular here!

I like this place because the Pats game is on Sundays and we can always find a spot for about ten of us to watch it. Beer is CHEAP and food is typical bar food, pretty tasty, but then, i’d eat deep fried anything.
Big problem: it’s totally understaffed. And dirty. And not close to any public transportation. But other than that I’m a big fan :)

Good place to watch a game and they had Rockin fries!
No crowded and the people were nice.
Great bartenders and just a an all around good time.

…live, direct from the overtime:
Walked down here with a buddy for sunday night football (still in search for the best sports bar in soma).
The place was sort of dead when we walked in for 5pm kickoff. It’s now halftime and the place is abuzz with people.
There’s a decent bar menu with tasty (and greasy) burgers, sandwiches, wings, etc. The draft beer is a bit on the warm side for my taste. The bartender is a hot blond and super nice! Big tip for her! The clientele looks like mostly a local crowd with the ‘bar fly’ types sitting at the bar drinking hard liquor and shouting at the screens, and groups in the 20−30s range sitting at the tables. The bartender is running around like crazy trying to take care of everyone – they are definitely understaffed.
TVs: 13 (most flatscreens)
Beer taps:12
Dartboards: 2
Pool tables: 1
Ms. Pacman machines: 1

*For some reason unknown to myself, my original review has disappeared. It was a good review. I’m pretty sure I recall it wittily pointing out all the positives and few minuses of Overtime. This is my new review. I’m sure it’s not as erudite as the last one, but dems da breaks.**
Overtime may not be the swankiest sports bar in town, but it’s got lots of TVs so, no matter what game you’re there to watch, you’ll probably be able to watch it. They’ve always turned off the juke-​box and put the sound on for us. Well, except for one time when they only turned off the music in the back, but not in the front where the last of the Friday night happy hour crowd kept putting quarters in — obviously not there for the game. I don’t think the usual guy was in charge and he turned off all the music half-​way through the game. S’all good by me. They’re cheap, easily accessible and parking is plentiful.
Prices: CHEAP!
Drinks: Strong well drinks and plenty of happy hour specials
Food: The menu has grown since the first opened. It’s pretty standard for bar fare (burgers, sandwiches, salads), although the spicy french fries and hot wings are fantastic.

My companion Friday night into the foray of «where to watch the Red Sox roll over the Angels (again)» says she waits to visit a location twice before Unilocaling them. As I am a holier-​than-​thou judgmental bish, I start composing items in my head as soon as I walk in the door.
I’ve seen my share of «sports bars» in my life. Growing up in Reno, they were fancy and had video poker machines built right in at the bar. Living in Boston, they obviously catered to the New England Sports fan. This place didn’t come close to either.
So we enter, and greet the oldest Red Sox fan in the Bay Area. This guy had to be a gazillion years old, but he also was totally awesome. The only other guy who was there specifically to watch the game (we were there for a Red Sox meetup group) was a skeevy dirtbag who didn’t know the fine art of shutting the hell up and not being a dirty old man.
When we arrived, it was busy, but not overly so. They had a decent happy hour special for non-​beer drinkers (Malibu Rum– don’t judge me!) and a good sized menu. After getting our drinks from the very sweet bartender, we go to sit down in the back, and I notice that this place is kind of dive bar-​ish. Which I’m fine with… except that it’s a «sports bar.» It seems they have spent all their money on the abundance of fancy televisions in the hopes that no one will notice how rundown this place is. Despite my better judgement, I order a cheeseburger. Unlike some others in my group, I was not impressed. Prefabricated patty, oversized lifeless bun, nasty cheese… ugh. The fries were large and good, but the burger really left me disappointed. And I don’t like being disappointed by meat.
Then the Red Sox game started. And the jukebox was still on. What? There’s a guy running around with a «Green Monstah» shirt on, and we can’t have sound on a RED SOX game? Oh, I see, other patrons paid for the jukebox. Well, dude, 90% of your other patrons are here to see the game, and as it’s the post-​season and some of us don’t have cable and need a place to watch it because the MLB had the bright idea of putting it on TBS, it would be in your best interest to put the sound on.
Which he did. Halfway through the game. Wasn’t enough to win back my love. This place really needs to work on a lot of things, look inward for some self improvement, because the face they are showing to the world (and by world, I mean me) is less than stellar. If you can afford the televisions, you also might want to upgrade to a better ordering food system. It’s the 21^st century– invest in a P.O.S. system.
1 star for the cute female bartender who was working her tail off and was totally patient.
1 star for the nice televisions. They were very pretty and showed everyone just how hot the Red Sox are.

Three steps before we entered the bar it smelled like vomit.
Once we stepped inside it smelled like vinegar and vomit.
I hate to say it but the bathrooms smelled better!
I’m bummed caused it looked like a fun place, but the smell drove us away!

I was so so disappointed with Overtime Sports Bar and (most) of the staff last night. The name of the place says «Sports Bar» and while they do have flatscreen TVs *everywhere*, and yes they were showing the baseball games, the jukebox was blasting away!!! I asked repeatedly and nicely (at first) to please, please turn down the music and repeatedly we were blown off. It went something like this:
Red Sox fan (RSF): Can you please turn down the music, we’d like to hear the game.
Overtime staff (OS): Sorry.
RSF: Why not?
OS: There’s other people here than you guys.
RSF: But this is a sports bar. We came here to watch… sports. Not listen to music. (looking around and noticing about ²⁄₃ of the people there were RSFs)
OS: Sorry can’t do it.
RSF: Can you at least turn it down a little?
OS: No. Sorry.
RSF: Wait… this *is* a +++SPORTS+++ bar
OS: Yeah, but we also got a jukebox
RSF: (lobotomy)
The rationale being that us «sports» fans weren’t the only patrons that night and they can’t lose the other patrons who want to listen to music. I’m thinking that you are a sports bar… would you rather lose patrons what want to listen to music… or actual SPORTS fans. In the interest of full disclosure… they finally turned off the music between the 4^th and 5^th inning… probably cuz they were sick of getting shit from the ppl that were there to actually watch the game.
Also, the food was meh. Tiny burgers on giant buns… not impressed.
They get a +1 star cuz the beers are cheap.
Oh and for the alkies, they will let you get completely wasted so that you can’t walk, are near passing out, and you can’t get a beer bottle or nacho chip to your mouth on the first, second or fifth attempt and not cut you off. Bonus!

Some of the other reviews for this place were obviously written by people that expect a sprig of mint in their appletinis. It’s called the Overtime and it’s a sports bar, and a quality one at that. Great bartenders, awesome fried food, and lots of beer specials. Oh yeah and like 10 TVs. It’s certainly not the swankiest place south of Market but its likely the realest.
Hats off to the Overtime.

Good place, came here last Friday for happy hour. The specials were good, pints for just under 3 bucks. I had to try their burgers. I was in for a shock. Never had burgers served on white sandwich bread before. Then again, I rarely eat white bread. But nonetheless, great burger and the fries are great.
Only knock: the jukebox is right next to the kitchen where you order, can get loud at times. Great tvs spread around, should be a good backup for any NFL or bowl games this fall.

Solid happy hour special of $ 2 Tecates in the 16oz can.
This place is right around the corner from the Brannan St. cop station so don’t get too drunk, or else you will be doing some overtime.

I thought this was going to be just another SOMA bar whose only virtue is to ply me with beer at lunch to make my Friday afternoon sail by more quickly (of course, that gamble can be a losing one if something actually comes up).
But instead I was treated to one of the most outrageous meals I have ever had: the Super Monster nachos. Now being under $ 10, I assumed that «super monster» was just your typical hyperbole. But it was actually an understatement. Now, two hungry men compulsively snacking over the course of a 3-​hour football game might, *might* have a chance of finishing this gargantuan, table-​spanning platter. And here I was with 30 minutes before I had to get back to work.
I felt quite proud that I was able to consume most of the toppings, but then there’s a whole extra layer of dry chips on the bottom that I had to leave, and regretfully so, because these are no Costco chips – these are straight out of the fryer, hot and glistening with oil. Super delicious. Only grumble is that the cheese ought to be more melted. Oh yeah, and I’m pretty sure I could *feel* the sodium coursing through my veins for the rest of the day.
Since it was lunch on a Friday, it was too dead inside to accurately judge the atmosphere, but if I can bring some friends in football season, score a table with and get the $ 36 meal which includes 2 of the monster nachos, as well as quesadillas and 2 pitchers of PBR, then it’s 5 stars all the way. Even though it means being in SOMA on the weekend.

I had a nice time here… bartenders were friendly, had Guinness on tap, and they were willing to change the channel to the game we wanted to see.
Can’t ask for much more than that, right? I hear the fries are really good. I shall be back.

OK, I’m going to be straight up with you right from the start. From a purely practical perspective, I remember nary a thing about this place.
What’s important for you to know (and by «you,» I mean «me») is that I watched my alma mater, the Fighting Tigers of LSU, win the college football national championship at Overtime on Monday, January 7, 2008, surrounded by legions of fellow LSU alumni.
What, you want actual information about this place? Jesus, it’s all about you, isn’t it? Fine, here goes. There are walls. I remember those. And a bar. And large, wonderful televisions broadcasting the Bayou Bengals emerging victorious over the dreaded Buckeyes of Ohio State.
Also, each time I asked for a beer, one was handed to me. Ah, beer. Noble, beneficent beverage. Your flaxen tones no doubt revel in their resemblance to the sun-​kissed hues of LSU’s glorious football headgear. As your turbid carbonation delivers frothy wonderment from the depths of the glass to my lips, so do the Tigers rise above the BCS tumult and lay claim to yet another national title.
What was I reviewing again? Oh right. A bar.
I also recall peeing, so Overtime must have restrooms going for it. The urinary experience was also evocative of LSU’s 38 – 24 triumph. You see, dear reader, my alma mater’s school colors are purple and GOLD. So as my bladder powered forth fearsome honeyed rivulets of steaming victory into the sultry night air, it was a stirring refrain of, oh, senior LSU fullback Jacob Hester pummeling the Ohio State defensive line.
Or perhaps, for the more poetically inclined, the trajectory of my tawny stream evoked the seamless majesty of LSU quarterback Matt Flynn’s four touchdown passes on the evening. Yes. When I evacuate my bladder, it’s just like that.
It’s also important to note two additional details that happened to me at Overtime that will not happen to you. One, as I was doing my victory lap around the bar after LSU’s conquest, I stopped to speak to a woman who, in very short order, sat in my lap and kissed me.
To be frank, at this point in the evening there were 27 gallons of PBR rocketing through my bloodstream like defensive player of the game Ricky-​Jean Francois plowing through the Ohio State offensive front to block a Buckeye field goal, shifting the momentum of the game to the Tigers for the remainder of the contest.
As such, it could have been Al Roker plopped on my thigh giving me the business. But for purposes of this story, let’s say she was smokin’ hot and ready for the high hard one.
Point B) I bet a friend and OSU alum that LSU would win. I don’t want to give anything away here… but LSU prevailed. For my efforts I will be rewarded with a bottle of Screaming Eagle. Screaming Eagle. Say it with me: Screaming Eagle. Yeah. The real deal. If you sit on my lap and kiss me I’ll let you watch me drink it.
So, to sum up: When you go to Overtime, your alma mater wins a national championship, potentially exotic women fondle you and $ 1,500 bottles of wine are yours for the taking. And hey, don’t forget to pee.

If I had a big screen TV and a premium cable package at home, I’d probably never set foot in a sports bar. The fact that they’ve got sports on TV just doesn’t justify smelly carpet and overpriced, mediocre food and beer in my view.
Tonight we’re meeting at a sports bar, and not to watch sports; Well, actually, technically, a guitar hero championship could be considered an athletic competition the way Unilocalers go about it. And to carry out such a competition you’re going to need a few big screen TVs making a sports bar a natural choice. But still, damn.
But you’ll notice as soon as you walk in that Overtime is different. The décor is actually kind of nice, with mosaic tile floors and an ornate wooden bar back. The bartender is friendly and the drinks are cheap and strong. I paid $ 3 for a vodka soda, but if I recall correctly the well vodka was taaka or gilbeys or something so the soda water may have actually been the more expensive ingredient in this case. The requisite wings and jalapeño poppers and the like are also on available.
Unfortunately it’s way out at the edge of SOMA, where there’s nothing but the STD clinic and some auto body shops and stuff. However, parking is easy and cabs aren’t too hard to get. Worth the trip if there’s a game or a GH tournament or you just want to eat buffalo wings with drunk sports fans.

A rocking good time ensued here tonight when Guitarmageddon came to this town! I watched a mulleted competitor narrowly beat out a non-​mulleted Christopher K who gave a great performance despite clearly being ill. All I have to say is that «Freebird» was FUCKING AMAZING!!! Oh and the drinks were strong. My Maker’s and Diet was a LOT more Maker’s than Diet. That makes me happy REALLY quickly. Which is extra important because AK and I were the official «Guitar Hero Groupies» and, as groupies, we needed to be liquored up and ready to party. I totally almost threw my panties at Jason K when it was his turn but then I remembered that I don’t wear any underwear. So I flipped my hair around, pouted my lips and left lipstick stains on AK’s cheeks.
ROCK ON!

The life of a Guitar Hero groupie is rough. Take it from Jill S and I. Wearing miniskirts and crop tops night after night is hard in a city as cold as San Francisco. But last night we rallied and Overtime made it well worth weathering the icy cold and enduring rock-​hard nipples for Guitarmageddon.
I have three Guitar Heroes: matthew capital r, Jason K, and Christopher K. Two of the three rocked it out pretty hard last night. There was some Free Bird, there was some mullet, and there may have been some groupie-​style flashing when the winner was announced (ok, no there wasn’t…well, maybe…). There were also STRONG drinks, plenty of fried food, and awesome service. I had a good buzz on after one $ 3 vodka soda. And you know what a few of those means. HOT. GROUPIE. SEX. But not at Overtime. That would be gross.
I never thought I’d say this, but I have a favorite sports bar now. Favorite sports bar, Thy name is Overtime (*groupie-​style flashing*)!!!