San Francisco Police Department Northern Station

My husband needed to come here to report his passport missing so he could apply for a new one. The whole process of filing a police report took under 10 minutes.
Another time, we heard extremely loud banging on the door while we were in our old apartment on Gough & Sac. It was followed by a booming voice saying, «SFPD!» Gotta say, I had no idea what to expect. In the minute it took for us to get out of the shower, I racked my brain thinking about WHAT I could’ve possibly done. Did cops suddenly start making house visits for jaywalking?! It was 2AM and the street was empty when I crossed it!
My husband opened the door to discover that an identified car/​driver had hit our car, pushing it into the middle of the street. The cops were there to give us a chance to avoid being towed. Can you imagine how awful it would be to have to deal with THAT in addition to the hit and run… (one of two incidents of a hit-​and-​run in a 2 year period, btw.)
We never found out who was responsible, which is a bit surprising considering we were parked right by Lafayette Park and it was only 7pm or so. I guess I wouldn’t have been able to take note of someone’s license plate that quickly, either.
Nonetheless, it was nice of the cops to help us prevent being towed.

Crack heads literally on police property slinging drugs! The SFPD is a joke!

Last week I was involved in a pretty serious auto accident. Fortunately, there was an undercover officer (?) detective (?) working in the area who heard the crash, got me out of the car and summoned the local police and EMS. These policemen and EMT’s could not have been nicer. I was pretty rattled, and they were very patient, kind and caring as I tried to get everything together. They more than exceeded my expectations and I have found a new reason to be proud of my city.
Thank you one and all, you have just set a new, previously unimagined standard of excellence in my book. Stay safe.

My car was broken into on 7÷26÷2014 in SF. The officers responded a call from a witness that someone was breaking into my car. The officers left me a document that report was written and I may contact Northern Station.
I deeply appreciated the person who called police for me and also I appreciated the officers who responded to the call and left me a document re: incident report.
This report has been very helpful with replacing what were stolen from my car.
Thank you very much!

I caught a meth head in the act of breaking into my car. She was rifling through my trunk when I arrived. She was twitchy and talking quickly and incoherently. She took off after rambling for a minute. I was not about to try to perform a citizen’s arrest.
I called 911 and gave chase on foot for several blocks, keeping her at a safe distance but in my sights. Twice she stopped to berate me, tell me she hadn’t taken anything, and enlist the help of bystanders to stop me from pursuing her. I told her to wait for the police to arrive. Needless to say, she was unpersuaded.
Maybe it was because they knew she was full-​on tweaking (the 911 operator kept asking if she had a weapon and telling me to avoid confronting her), but the police responded very quickly. They had a squad car at my general location within 3 – 4 minutes and took off in the direction I last saw her heading.
The woman slipped away. In an only-​in-​SF moment, I lost her in the fog at an intersection a half block ahead of me. The police drove around the area in a grid for a few minutes, but were not able to find her.
Thank you SFPD for acting so quickly in trying to catch this criminal.

Had a mishap where «no parking» permits I purchased were to be posted, but were no where to be found. I had two officers call and apologize for the mishap and the permits were posted within the hour! Wow! Thank you Officer Jesus Pena and your colleagues! You saved me a lot of stress and money!

Rude

spent the night here after getting picked up at… i dont know what time but the sun had come up. I dont remember my time there. But its the drunk tank, so how bad could it be. At least there wasn’t the typical guy that seems to be in the drunk tank everytime I end up there; the guy who starts crying and is confused and thinks his life is over because he is in the drunk tank. Then thers the guy that takes a shit in the corner and holds conversations whilst in the act. That guy is pretty funny but stupid. I dont remember if any of these people were in there.

Hey, Police Chief Gascon — Are you reading all these glowing reviews about the fine officers and detectives at the Northern Station? We hope you are.
No, I am NOT writing this review in hopes of beating a ticket (although just having been stopped for a «California roll» I swear I did not do has the SFPD top-​of-​mind, but that was a different station entirely).
I digress.
I’ll just say that my experience living in the ‘hood for 16 years and dealing with the day-​to-​day situations of city living, this station needs to be and IS super-​responsive to its community.
I’ve called for car break-​ins, public nuisance issues (crazy homeless trying to gain access to the lobby) and drunken revelers who aren’t as amusing to we residents after an hour of shouting and screaming («Really! You’re not funny, especially at 3:30 am! And stop urinating on someone’s porch!) And the Northern Station dispatches calls quickly, responsibly and makes the City a more livable and safe place.
Just turn down the car stereo if you’re blasting «Ridin’ Dirty» if you’re in the vicinity of the Northern Station: You don’t want to intend any disrespect for these fine, hard-​working officers.

TOP GRADE A JOB FOR THE POPO. Normally, I have a hate/​love with the police, but they really deserve thanks for their help in this case. A shining example of serve and protect right here.
I have to say the police here went all their way to make sure we had some kind of justice. I wouldn’t go into detail, or names because it’s somewhat a private matter, but my friend was assault on 5^th to 6^th Mission and got her wallet stolen. The amount was over 500 due to the amount of cash for rent, add credit cards. Anyways I kinda force her to go to the police, she kinda didn’t want to go, due to fear of ‘homeboys’. I told her to do the right thing and report it.
The police staff were very friendly and helpful. We didn’t think much would happen due to the facts, but we were wrong. By two hour after questioning and looking at photos. We had a name and suspect. They totally were top of their game that night in investigation. Not only that, but the suspect we correctly point out was the man. Big props to the police. Big props to the officer guy that look like Uncle Jessie from Full House.
Any time they want doughnuts on the house, I willing to get them some!!! That’s how much I thank them!

These guys are amazing. I seriously hate to admit that I did something this dumb, but I left my keys in my nonfunctional scooter because I was hungover and frustrated that I couldn’t get it started. They noticed something as small as that, picked them up for me, left a note, and took them to the station. Thank you thank you thank you. I would bake them cookies but I am afraid they couldn’t eat them.

I’d give the SFPD 5 stars based on every other police department in the bay area, but yeah… I have to stick with the FUCK THE POLICE motto.
But yeah, SFPD is a lot more chill, especially compared to Santa Clara County and Alameda County police departments. They don’t care if you have, smoke, or sell weed. They let homeless people, crack heads, drug addicts, drug dealers, prostitutes, pimps, and car thieves run their streets.
And I like how in my one personal encounter with them, when my friend’s best friend went all psycho on me for no reason after she woke up drunk at the table we were all sitting at, at some Korean Restaurant after a night of drinking at The Cellar on Sutter. Cause the restaurant owner called the cops on us after this bitch wakes up and breaks a porcelain Kim Chi plate on my forehead and starts scratching away at my face with her Korean nails and even bites and scars me on my left triceps area. I freakin lost a $ 20 hat over here that night too cause the adrenaline rush from getting fucked up by a girl and not being able to fight back made me forget that she knocked it off my head in all the commotion.
But yeah, that girl kept walking away from us to some park until SFPD came like 10 minutes later. And like 2 or 3 guys who drove by that street stopped by her to try to pick her up (probably were attempting to get some from a drunk Korean girl walking around with no shoes on). I even chopped it up with some janitors in a truck at like 3AM who were watching this all go down (and we even shared some laughs through this all and they gave me props and told me to handle the situation), since I was being a good friend to my homegirl watching her walk around SF barefoot from 20 – 30 feet behind her so she couldn’t attack me while she got my car with my friend. But yeah, SFPD comes and I had probably close to 10 drinks that night, so I’m sure I was still over .08, but since I was the victim of this incident, they didn’t even care to ask me, my homeboy, or homegirl how much any of us drank and let us drive off after this all. We tried to get her to leave with us, but she kept saying FUCK YOU GUYS! STOP TALKING SHIT! And surprisingly no one was even talking shit about her, and she couldn’t even say what anyone was saying when I yelled at her asking her what anyone of us were saying. And then my homegirl just tells her FUCK YOU! and we leave her with the cops, so they made her sleep at their station until her older brother picked her up the next day. I kind of wish I wasn’t in drunk happy mode that night and actually pressed charges. I’m sure being assaulted with a Kim Chi plate, getting scratched in the face and neck, and being scarred for life with a 15 second bite mark on my arm could’ve been worth close to $ 2,000-$ 3,000 for me if I would’ve pressed charges. That bitch never even said sorry to me after that incident when she got sober and when she finally made up with my homegirl, after my homegirl went out of her way to contact her, she kept insisting that she was sorry for nothing and that she only had like 2 drinks that night when she had like around 8. Fuckin hella mugged that girl when I saw her at Motif and even smiled (laughed) at her, but that bitch hella looked the other way when she walked by. But yeah, she thought her car got stolen the next day, but it got towed away from being parked there overnight. Haha… Served her right!
Here’s some pictures of my battle wounds from that night taken at 5AM from my homegirl Christine’s pad after her and auntie helped swab my face and arm down with alcohol. — Sucked driving from SF to Gilroy and back up to Sunnyvale for work that Friday morning. I actually wore a scarf to work and I never wear scarves. Luckily my boss and supervisor were gone for Christmas vacation that particular Friday, so no one really saw my around the cubicles.
I feel like I have an OVERBITE teeth mark tattoo on my left arm. If I was into tattoos, I’m sure I would’ve covered that with some ink by now.
Any lawyers out there know if I can still press charges 13 months after the incident? I mean, I have her teeth marks scarred into my arm as some physical evidence, but I already told the cops at the time of the incident when I was still intoxicated and not thinking straight that I didn’t want to press charges.
And other than that, I can only really hate on SFPD for always kicking us out of everywhere after dark. I guess SFPD really hates on loiterers that aren’t in the Tenderloin. — i.e. Ocean Beach, outside clubs after they kick everyone out for the night, Kezar Stadium, Golden Gate Park, etc.

I have issues with police that go back to my «younger» days, but have a few friends in the SFPD these days. I’ve never in my life had to call the police for something, but when someone broke into my flat while I was here and when I called 911 they were here for me. The dispatcher stayed on the phone with me until the police came (two cars). They were here in what had to be less than a minute. My hubby was at work and the two officers stayed around untill he got home. Since nothing was taken and no one was hurt, they filled a report and left.
The following week I received a call from an inspector who asked a few more questions and wanted to know if I could identify the person from a photo.
Overall, they were courteous, professional and engaged in their duty.

I’m talking to my roommate’s girlfriend right now, just having learned that her purse got snatched a couple days ago and how her experience with this SFPD office was, well, less than stellar.
It reminded me of my own less sub par experience a couple years ago.
Basically, I was robbed on my front porch. I was fine – no threat of violence or anything, thankfully – but of course was shook up and needed to report the incident. Luckily – or so I thought – I live just two blocks from the police department.
Two blocks.
I walk over there (admittedly a bit shaken up) and tell the cop behind the glass that I had been robbed. He asks where, I tell him, and he says he can’t take a report because my house (two blocks away!) isn’t in their jurisdiction, and they have to wait for someone from another station to come talk my report.
So I’m sitting there, waiting, and do I get any sort of sympathy from the guy? No. He just basically says that’s what I get for living where I do. I mean, yeah, I know the western addition isn’t exactly crime free, but do I need to be reminded of that right after I had been robbed?
Finally, after 15 or 20 minutes, the guy begrudgingly tells me his boss told him he has to take my report himself. He couldn’t have seem less thrilled.
Gee, so sorry to have inconvenienced you with my crime.

What can I say? I love the SFPD who come in to the coffee shop I work at on Union Street in Cow Hollow. These guys are from the Northern Station, and nice and friendly and just down to earth people. One day while I was walking to the bus headed home, one of the cops saw me, flipped a U turn, and offered me a ride home. I mean, how cool is that? I am from a small town where everyone knows everyone including the cops, so it is nice to have friendly (cool) cops in San Francisco. I love these guys.

I had to call the police one afternoon when the sheisty movers who had moved my goods all the way from Boston to my new apartment building in the Lower Haight refused to unload the truck until I gave them $ 600 in cash. I was alone and panicked and ready to give up the cash even though contractually I was already paid in full. In my panic, I called my trusty pop who calmed me down and told me to immediately get on the horn to the police.
I explained the situation to them and they were over at my apartment in 5 minutes. They read through my contract, talked to the moving company back in Boston, and then instructed the drivers to get a move on (and they berated the company over the phone for not securing permits for parking a big rig in the middle of San Francisco).
The nice officers even sat in their police car and watched as the movers moved ALL of my stuff in, not leaving my neighborhood until the big rig pulled off into the great blue yonder.

thank you, sfpd! thank you! i was just a little white girl who got her volvo bashed into not once but twice while living in pac heights, and although i was really not the most deserving of your time and attention, you treated me like i was.
the officers working this station are the nicest and kindest i have ever encountered. the first time my car was vandalized i went in with my bf and the officer who took down my report really helped to liven the unfortunate situation. we joked while he efficiently entered in my info. the second occasion wherein my stupid car was broken into (two weeks later), i went in alone to report.
i tried so hard not to cry. i wasn’t raped. i wasn’t beaten up. i wasn’t a witness to a drive-​by. but i was so frustrated that i couldn’t hold those tears in any longer. instead of giving me crap for wasting their time on a break-​in that would never be solved, the officer invited me to come sit down behind the glass with him while he filled out the report. he showed me the ins-​and outs of the station and how they handled the reporting process. gave me some tissues and some water.
completely unnecessary on his part. completely wonderful in my eyes.
san francisco is not a safe town. i respect and support the efforts of the sfpd in their attempts to make it better. and i especially respect the excellent bedside manner of the officers working at the northern station.

A few years ago, I was a 16 year old runaway who worked multiple jobs to support myself, one of which was at a hotel called the Broadmoor, where you make little more than nothing and it consumes about 9 hours of your day, 6 days a week… but you get a (crappy) room to stay in and food 3 times a day. I was also a waitress at the Denny’s in Japantown.
I worked the graveyard shift there in addition to my day job, and one night an off-​duty coworker, came in, got drunk, and ended up doing something stupid.
When i went to get a refill carton of ranch dressing from the storage closet, he followed me in, and decided not to let me out. Incidentally, it was a very narrow closet, this man was like a giant drunken Mr. Potato Head blocking my only path, and upon looking around, I discover that the heaviest item in my reach is a polymer coffee pot, which probably weighed less than my fist. And that was problematic because this guy was literally twice my size.
Now, I don’t know what he intended to do, and I don’t know why he wanted to keep us locked in that closet together, but he was drunk enough that he wasn’t in a rush, and all efforts to entice him into venturing back into the world outside of the closet, failed. Leaving me with a good ten minutes or more to both distract him from his goal with my magnificent conversational skills, while simultaneously marveling at the indifference of my coworkers who at no point came to see why i was taking so long, or why I might be yelling (the closet being right next to the kitchen).
Well… I’ve had situations similar to what could have happened, actually happen. Except this guy had a pocket knife. Which he’d been showing off earlier that night. And had he been less wasted and more intelligent, maybe the police wouldn’t have opened the door and handcuffed him out of nowhere, but they did. They came, in the nick of time, and saved me.
But that’s not the end of the story. Remember, I’m still a 16 year old runaway. While talking to the cops outside as he was taken to the station, they asked for, and I gave them, my name.
I already knew the answer when I asked them if it had come back with any warrants. They looked at me and hesitated, so I started crying. I told them my situation, why i left home, how hard i worked to support myself and that if they sent me back (which was 3 states away) that it would be tossing me into a home that was unsafe from drug use and general craziness. I begged for them not to take me in, after all the work i put into getting a few thousand saved up so I could find a real apartment and a job that I could do while going to school… if they sent me back it would all be for nothing…
I told them how I was responsible. That I was honest to God, a perfect, well behaved, drug-​free little angel; at the time, it was 100% true. (Even if it’s not anymore.)
Anyway, they looked at each other, and then one of them looked at me and said «How old did you say you were?»
I hadn’t said how old I was, because they already knew how old I was, what with their handy dandy computer lady that when given a name, spits out every detail of information you come with, and all…
But he asked me anyway.
He was giving me an out.
«I’m…Eighteen???»
They let me go. So what could have been the worst night of my life, on so many levels…
…
… turned out okay, because of those 2 cops from the Northern Station.
So yeah. 5 stars for the SFPD.
Oh, and another 5 to whichever customer heard me yelling, noticed me gone for way longer than it takes to get more ranch, and called the cops from their cell.
Seriously, thank you.