Woodin Drawers

Stumbled in here a couple weeks ago during a weekend of heavy drinking. Although nondescript from the street, this place is teeming with character. From the cleverly chosen décor, to the cocktails, to the food, the folks at WD have taken every detail into consideration.
Although I only had beers and shots, i can say with conviction that the drinks are top notch. I’m not sure what I ate (cheeseburger? Nachos? Salad? Who knows?!) i definitely remember it being delicious, despite the fact that I was attached to the toilet the next morning purging myself of some gastro-​demons.
There was some dancing going on, but honestly I don’t think I could keep up. This was some next level dancing that you don’t see these days. Suffice it to say there were many beautiful women wearing next to nothing getting down to some funky fresh beats and I was feeling shy so I didn’t go over to talk to them. My buddy told me I should’ve talked to the one with the penis straw in her drink but I figured she was busy texting or whatever so I didn’t. Not a big deal. There’s plenty of women in SF and I’m sure one day I’ll meet someone. I’m polite and everything, girls are just scary some times. But whatever, it’s cool. Maybe the penis straw girl will be at WD next time I’m there and then I promise to myself that I’ll say hi. That’s it. Just hi. I hope she’s there. She had a nice clavicle.
The only thing holding this place back from a coveted 5 star rating was the single ply toilet paper. Seriously, single ply?!? Step it up, Woodin Drawers.