Red Coach Inn

My friend and I came in here as a dare type of thing. I think I’m scarred for life. Never will I go into a dive bar off of colfax. Wow… Just wow.

It was unatrractive people in mid 40’s to 60’s. some without teeth. bartender asks us for drinks. after we paid. bartender address’s someone that came in. saying last time you were in here, you asked for money. the 2^nd time you were in here, you were offering my customers drugs. get out of here. it is colfax but … its not for me.

Been here a few times over the years. This place reminds me of somewhere alcoholics would go to die from lung cancer, like some sort of elephant graveyard, but with more cigarettes, stink and wrinkles.

So this place is really awful, for real.
I like dive bars. In fact I PREFER dive bars. But this place? The Red Coach Inn? Even I could not abide it. They were smoking inside AT the bar. This, I think, is against the law omg. The people there were older and weird looking. Getting leered at by a septuagenarian is disturbing. Especially when she’s a woman with bright red lipstick.
We walked in… we walked out. Hooooooooooooooooo it was bad.

Oh. My. Gosh.
Go ahead and continue your discussion on what you think a dive is, then go to the Red Coach. No one has even written it up, yet… which leads me to believe that the clientele don’t know how to use a computer. Someone prove me wrong… please?
Let’s just say I sat at a swivel stool at the bar, and my BF proceeded to find the bathroom before we ordered. The man next to me quickly taps me on the shoulder and says «Yer Purdy…» and flashed me what would have been a toothy grin… if he had had any teeth. Needless to say, BF and I each did a shot of peppermint schnapps in lieu of Rumpleminze, downed a Bud Draw, and caught the 16L back home, just to keep with the authenticity of the field trip.
This place puts Nob Hill to shame.