The SF Summer 25

Rebel against late-stage capitalism, tell your boss you have a “doctor’s appointment,” and head to Prubechu. Guamanian BBQ on a tropical patio will always beat out unfairly assigned busy work. - Lani Conway

Glowy mushroom lamps, dim lighting, vinyl spinning, wood-fired pies—Angie’s Pizza in the Mission is the perfect background for that sexy neck-down Instagram story teasing your promising situationship. Look forward to at least seven side-eye replies in your DMs. - Julia Chen

The soft launch phase has passed, and you’re now at an embarrassing level of head-over-heels for your new beau. It’s time to show them off on the feed, and the only solution for the backdrop is a dinner at Rintaro, a meditative Mission izakaya with a drop-dead gorgeous patio, and one of our top 25 spots in the city. Just keep eating yakitori, and hopefully it works out. - Ricky Rodriguez

Natural wine spills onto the floor, electronic-ish music blasts, and everyone is flirting (or making out) under the disco ball. Since day one, BPT has been swamped with anyone looking to dance and dissociate, if only for a night. - Ricky Rodriguez

Now that you semi-screamed through the greatest pop hits of the 2000s at karaoke last night, it’s time to regain your dignity. Newkirk’s bacon, fried egg, and oozy cheese sandwich is a more effective 12pm revival strategy than chugging Liquid IV and watching back videos of the horrors of last night. - Julia Chen

That group picnic you worked so hard to coordinate is officially Karl-ified (hello again, light mist). Hightail it to Damnfine in the Sunset where a wood-fired oven and charred pepperoni pies prevent chattering teeth as you curse the summer fog patterns. - Julia Chen

Do you like wearing sunglasses and flailing your arms (or whatever you call dancing) on an over-packed dance floor? That’s what’s happening at Club Waziema, an Ethiopian restaurant where we’ve never actually seen any Ethiopian food. But we have seen the best local DJs bumping techno, reggaeton, rap, and more into the wee hours. - Ricky Rodriguez

An extra wide parking lot, the glow of a blinking neon sign—Beep’s is the place to blast “Closing Time” and inhale a drippy burger in the passenger seat at 1am. The order: the 1/4 lb Beeps Burger with american cheese and a side of greasy, flawless curly fries. And a root beer float. - Julia Chen

A freshly fried piece of fish on an impossibly corn-y tortilla, smothered in creamy slaw and tangy chipotle crema—welcome to heaven, a.k.a. the fish taco at Tacos del Barrio. Make it even better by finishing it off at the holy land—also known as their nine-salsa salsa bar. - Ricky Rodriguez

This isn’t the Tour de France (sorry, Arsicault), it’s a regular morning in San Francisco. Steer clear of the lycra and helmets at this Mexican bakery pop-up that rotates between Nopalito and the Mission farmers market every day. - Ricky Rodriguez

Making an absolute mess of a picnic blanket in the process of devouring a forearm-length hoagie from Palm City in a grassy field at Golden Gate Park is one of SF’s great pleasures. The sandwich spills over with mortadella, arugula, parmesan, and 'nduja aioli, and will require many napkins. - Julia Chen

The four-legged hound you call a best friend is overdue for a Lady and the Tramp moment. And while every night is Dog Night in your household, Monday nights are Dog Nights at Zazie, so you and other canine-obsessed pet parents can bond over kibble brands while the “kids” run free. Oh, and bottles of wine are $10 off. - Julia Chen

Step aside, espresso martini fanatics—the “Espresso Cheeky” is this summer’s hot new caffeinated drink. You’ll find it at The Felix, the new-ish basement bar from the Bodega SF people. It’s a smooth, shaken shot with Vietnamese coffee, chrysanthemum, and tequila. Espresso martini who? - Julia Chen

If you haven’t had a burrito in the last couple of days, it’s your civic duty to make up for lost time. Embark on a crawl in the Mission. The carne asada from El Farolito (our highest-rated burrito) is mandatory, but it’s also important to reconnect with the carnitas version from La Palma, and the riceless monstrosity (that's a compliment) over at La Taqueria. - Lani Conway

The sun’s out, so is your bare skin, and you’re on the rooftop at the Line Hotel. Life is good and so is your plastic pouch cocktail. Until a fog bank of doom rolls in, threatening to put a damp, misty grip on your summer day. But what’s that? A beautiful wool blanket rests on your cushioned chair, like a blessing from above. - Lani Conway

SF is the land of ultra-light down. But it’s time to bust out your linen-wearing alter ego—and there’s no better place to do it than the rooftop at Good Good Culture Club in the Mission. Tropical decor, pink walls, and glittery cocktails are a very chic backdrop for you and your flowy natural fibers. - Julia Chen

The increasingly common “Hot-Hot And No Fog In Sight” forecast calls for a cool-down treat (and, also, a concerned phone call to one government protection agency). Angelina’s in the Richmond has a soft serve super power (it’s Straus). A sugar cone with a big mound of chocolate-vanilla swirl and sprinkles is the order. - Lani Conway

Break away from the selfie stick crowd and the salty sea lion musk on Pier 39, and opt instead for a tourist trap we endorse: Sotto Mare. Their cioppino is rich, big enough to fall into, and loaded with perfectly cooked mussels, clams, and crab legs. Embrace the bib. - Julia Chen

Recover your long-forgotten Strava password and join SF’s throngs of morning exercisers—time to marvel at nature on Mount Tam. From Whitegate Ranch Trailhead, take the lush, four-ish mile Steep Ravine and Dipsea loop (and climb that iconic 10-foot ladder). Then drive down the hill to PizzaHacker at the Junction in Mill Valley. Excellent sourdough pies, beer, and a sun-drenched patio await. - Julia Chen

The world is aflame, time is no longer real, and credit debt is a social construct. So spend $80 on the whole-roasted crab from Sunset institution Thanh Long. It’s buttery, garlicky, comfortably feeds two to three people, and will have you licking the plate, your fingers, and, yes, those metal crab crackers. - Julia Chen

Remember when we used to complain about an espresso drink costing $5? Well now, that’s a bargain. And you can get this steal of a deal at The Coffee Movement in the Richmond—their excellent, seasonally changing lattes will run you around $5. For the lactose intolerant, that'll be 50 cents extra with oat milk. - Julia Chen

The warm-up to this bivalve journey starts at Happy Hour in NoPa, where Bar Crudo’s $2 oysters and jalapeño-spiked mussels rule. Then hop on the 22 and head up to Popi’s Oysterette, a sceney seafood spot in the Marina with inoffensive nautical accents. The briny stunners here are topped with yuzu tobiko and are preferably paired with a glass of something sparkly. - Julia Chen

At Bix, martini glasses chill at the ready on a mound of ice piled high on the bar—it’s right at home in this 1930s-inspired supper club in the Financial District. Sip on the old-school cocktail, and prepare to get serenaded by a tie-wearing pianist. - Julia Chen

You sold your soul to Volo Sports for 10 weeks, despite your lack of hand-eye coordination. Make up for those brutal team losses at San Francisco Athletic Club, a Lower Pacific Heights sports bar. There’s plenty of seating, plus standing room and more TVs than a Best Buy. Recoup over a beer and discuss the importance of staying out of the kitchen. - Julia Chen

Yes, there are account executives proudly wearing Greek letters in the corner, and too many obnoxious espresso martini boomerang cheers happening to count. Ignore it—the multi-piece jazz bands getting down nightly at this moody, packed bar will make you forget you're in a neighborhood where the bros roam. Plus, there’s a pool table in the back, where you can maybe actually meet someone in the wild. - Julia Chen