CC’s Pierce Street Manor

Nice bar tender. Sad it’s gone.

Closing ²⁄₃. Go say goodbye, and tell CC thank you!

I’ve lived in San Francisco for 3 years, and last week, this was the first bar I’d ever set foot in in the Marina. And much to my surprise, it was pretty awesome! (I live in the Mission, so I’m morally and culturally obligated to scoff at everything in the Marina.) It was just my type of gritty, crowded, low-​ceiling divey place, but still somehow really warm and friendly. And, people actually make eye contact. (To contrast, eye contact with strangers seems kind of rare in Mission bars.) Will defo be going back sometime when I next wind up in the Marina.

Five stars to Cece for taking care of our wedding After Party. Great post-​Presidio wedding stop off. She decorated, made appetizers and kept the juke box going. A nice alternative to a place that charges a cover or makes you pay a buyout for the bar if you want to reserve room for 40+ guests.

If you HAVE to be in the Marina and want a decidedly non-​Marina bar, this is the place for you.
Honestly, it reminds me of what a grandfather’s living room but that’s what is charming about. It is NOT trying to be cool or hip — it’s just a spot for you to hang out, grab a drink and enjoy the company of your friends.
(I’m Giving it a 4 relative to the other Marina bars. More like a 3. x)

I had my wedding after-​party here, and CC (owner) had decorated the bar and also made tasty appetizers. They have a great juke box, and the bar can handle a large group well. There is also a small back patio if the weather is nice… and it was!
This bar is a good local watering hole, and also serves as a fun «final stop» to end your night.
Note that they do not take credit cards.

I just discovered this bar on a recent birthday golf pub crawl (Happy BIrthday Kelly!). This place is great!
It’s basically like a living room and family room with couches, cool, homey decorations, pool table, and, of course, BAR! The drinks are reasonably priced and, while our bartender was not overly friendly, he got the job done.
I didn’t check out the bathrooms but they seemed to always have long lines which is always a slight drawback. I will definitely add this bar to most stops to the Chestnut Street bars that I make!

I have heard many, many crazy stories about wild nights at CC’s. Thank goodness last night wasn’t one of them.
What is this dive bar doing in the Marina? And how come I haven’t been in sooner?
They’re cash only. There’s a pool table and a jukebox. Don’t go in your fancy shoes or your fancy clothes. Don’t go if you’re typical Marina.
Do go if you happen to be in the neighborhood and just want to kick back with a drink (or a few) in your hand. Maybe the jukebox is playing some BSB. Maybe not. Who know?

I would give this place one star, but given it is the polar opposite of my type of bar, i’ll be fair with two.
Wearing a nice designer cocktail dress and heels, my friend from nyc and i were randomly taken here by our male friends (who couldnt care less if we’re at a dive or a classy establishment (dont guys always wear the same shit no matter where they go? or so it seems to me.), i guess as somewhere quieter to talk and hang out… my friend said he’d walked by this place and never been in, and that this was a quiet hole in the wall dive where we could hear each other and actually converse.
Given we refused to enter horseshoe b/​c it looked like such a hellhole when wearing cocktail dresses, this certainly wouldnt be somewhere i’d suggest.
The area rugs were beyond heinous, garden furniture, random office chairs, animal print pillows, random 70/​80s artwork, it was truly one of the tackiest places i think i have EVER seen (kind of like my mother decorated it).
They had bar snacks which the guys liked, and didnt mind us monopolizing the back room. Granted the sofa i was sitting on probably burned a hole in my nice dress due to god knows what’s been on there, but it was definitely an unassuming hole in the wall dive type place.
They didnt take cards, but didnt kick us out at 2 am (they did take away our drinks), and wouldnt let us play pool after last call. Youd have to be totally into dives to come to this dumper, but that said, obviously there are plenty of people who love dive bars and hate the marina crowd – and in that case, this would be a great place to go.

When walking about in the Marina looking for a bar, you’re typically going to have to wind up in one of the bars around there dealing with Marina types. You know who I mean. That is, of course, unless you wander into the ol PSM.
The manor is almost as if you took a bar from another neighborhood and somehow teleported it into the Marina. This place is your typical, dark lit, fireplace, red boothed, wobbly barstool locals bar hiding amongst designer laundromats and shi-​shi pasta restaurants. Great place to pull out of your hat when you’re with friends in the Marina and looking for a bar that isn’t too heavy on the baseball caps.

Bad experience.
My friends were moving out of town and decided to have their going away party here because they like it and they figured they could get a lot of their friends in the bar with no cover or drama.
Unfortunately they were wrong. They had «too many friends» and when I arrived they had stopped letting people in until some people left. I peered inside and it was far from packed… so I waited outside to get into a… dive bar.
I thought the point of a dive bar was no drama, no covers, no lines, and no pretentious clientèle or bouncers.
I FINALLY got in and it was gross. They ran out of beer and there was carpet inside the bar… really?
I mean they did have a good juke box and reasonably priced drinks but I’d rather go to any other dive bar in the city after the way we were treated there.
We went next door to Monaghan’s and had a much better time.

OH MY GOD. My review of this place has been on the verge of BURSTING out of me for MONTHS, probs since before I even began my ever so illustrious Unilocaling career. AND NOW I CAN Unilocal.
BECAUSE I FINALLY KNOW THE NAME OF THIS DAMN PLACE.
The reviews of this place alone should garner it at least a few stars in anyone’s book. Look at all of these shenanigans! Bongs? Garden furniture? Futons? I approve.
Anyway my relationship with this bar began many moons ago. You see, once I had a few cocktails, and I may have gotten lost and separated from my friends on my way back to the Horseshoe from the ATM. (Yes I know it’s across the street SHUT UP it was Fleet Week) ANYWAY I was wandering the streets of the Marina, a lost and lonely soul, calling my friends and asking where they were, and all they can do is incoherently scream into the phone,
«We’re at NOT MONAGHAN’S!!»
I never did make it that night. I have since returned to Not Monaghan’s, and had some cocktails– I generally enjoy Not Monaghan’s mostly because it is not Monaghan’s! Ya feel me?
The drunk lady bartender is funny, they play Journey, blah blah blah. Oh, and no credit cards– BISH PLEASE. Not Monaghan’s don’t play that shit.
ANYWAY. Last night, on the fine occasion of learning the official name of Not Monaghan’s, I decided to grace the establishment with my presence.
Well, so did some people smoking cigarettes inside the bar– Vegas– tastic! So I enjoyed my vodka 7 and we sat on a sweet futon (futons in bars– especially Not Monaghan’s is a disturbing thought) with some awesome fake fur pillows.
I got the leopard pillow.
JEALOUS. I know you are.

I love dive bars, but this place is damn depressing. I don’t even want to think about what lurks within the carpet here. Carpet? In a bar? Sick.

I. Loved. This. Bar.
I was in San Francisco on vacation and my boyfriend and I came here after dinner. We were attracted by the reviews on here (and because there was a dive bar in the Marina).
I fell in love instantly. It reminded me of dive bars in Wisconsin, so I felt at home right away. We went early, so the owner wasn’t there (unfortunately…I was kind of looking forward to that experience). However, there was a really great, friendly older male bartender. The two drunk locals were hilarious and friendly. My gin & tonic was strong and tasty. The jukebox was kickass, too.

After a year of waiting for the lame-​ass bartended to pour a freaking beer at this bar, she finally was so drunk herself that she confused my boyfriend with a homeless person she likes to abuse.
Previous review. Hence why I love CC’s. How much better can you get.
Last visit we had to sleep in the VW outside Walgreens till 8 AM. Typical post PSM feeling.
Only place in the Marina. 5 star, ask for the wine list & what caviar is being served. The maire’d is particularly helpful.
May CC never leave!

This place sucks. I went in with a few friends, dressed down (not Marina-​like). We walk in and the place is filled with smoke and people actually smoking. One of the guys I was with couldn’t be aroud that so we left (did not make a scene). The female bartender yelled after us «Don’t come back!» We walked back and said «did you just tell us not to come back?» She said «yes.» NO PROBLEM! DONE!

A: Not a sports bar.
B: This is your grandmothers filthy dank living room.
C: don’t go into the bathroom.

So we rushed the bar after our softball game, to catch the last 2 quarters of the Waarrriiioorrss killin’ katz from Utah… looking like we just rolled out of bed, still in our pajamas, we are stopped at the door.
Bartender, «you can not come in»
I’m thinking to myself. Damn token Blackman didn’t work this time.
Me, «What’s the problem?»
Bartender, «We have a dress code and what you guys are wearing is not part of it»
Me, «What dress code? I don’t see any dress code»
Bartender goes into the bar, grabs a napkin and pin, and then proceeds to write in big letters… DRESS CODE AND WHAT YOU ARE WEARING IS NOT PART OF IT…“
Ya, so that’s what I thought was going to happen being the Marina and all… instead we were greeted with a smile and a «did you guys win?» from the bartender Adam, who took great care of us. I’m trippin out? «We are in the Marina right?» I thought we’d be here for like an hour or so… nope, even after the game ended and the crowd started to roll in, we stuck around trading stories/​jokes with the bartender.
Entertainment for the night: Dood from Upstate New York tuning his air guitar. did you hear me. TUNING HIS AIR GUITAR. WTF? White People. oh wait I can’t say that. my momma’s White.

Now that the underage problem seems to be gone, this is truly the townies bar. Think Simpson’s only instead of Moe you have CC. This place is a great hang out, meet people, and then head out type of place. Or, you can always make this the last spot. And, if you like to smoke it’s ‘legal’ when CC is around. And, CC is there every night after 10pm to close.
Say hi to Al and Kye — they’re always there (townies). Eddie the other bartender and all around facilities guy is Mr. Marina man; he’ll never know your name and will always call you guy — ‘hey guy’.

If you, like me, are the sort of person who ends up in bars in the Marina and then is like ‘wait. why the shit am I here?’ you should immediately leave where you are and go to psm because
a) you will be the only person there
b) it is the only dive in the Marina
c) you can pick every song on the jukebox and it will be awesome.