What does say about this particular moment in S.F. that the current cliché of restaurant design is wood? Horizontal planks, vertical boards, new wood, reclaimed lumber. Sanded and varnished or -- more often -- left gray and raw, bristling like three-day stubble. Are they the design equivalent of the sandwich and the beer, of thrift-store flannel and the untrimmed, pube-scraggle beard? Call this new anti-paneling a signifier of anti-artifice, the slightly greasy bottle of A1 on the table that lets you know what you're about to order -- though it might set you back $30 per entrée -- is seriously real. And hey, if you scrape the crap out of your forearm while squeezing into the seat next to the wall, too bad: You totally should've been wearing your long-sleeve flannel in the first place.
Where are the city's best places to get rustic? Find out after the jump.
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| M. Brody |
| Out the Door on Bush: Off the floor and onto the walls |
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| J J./Yelp |
| Blackbird: Shed as sleek watering hole |
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