A Space Pirate Tiki Rooftop
Where biopunk meets the high seas. Drink from pistols. Walk the plank. Danger Zone plays when you order a Jet Pilot.
Surveying the city from above, under the stars. Rope chairs, glowing pufferfish, and big mirrors reclaimed from old houses.
Books and shelves, shrunken heads, skulls, model pirate ships, and a fish tank octopus wall. Every corner has a story.
Sea shanties on the speakers. Menus served in bottles. A volcano fondue feature. A sauna stocked with rum and pirate outfits.
All spirits sourced from the seven seas. Some drinks come with consequences.
This is not a normal bar. Come prepared.
The drunk test. Step out on the plank over the rooftop edge (safely secured, obviously). Fall off — you pay for your round. Make it to the end — that round's on us.
Rotating staff member in the dunk tank. Hit the target, they go in. Miss, and your table gets a free round for the next attempt.
Rooftop cannon blasts on the hour — or when someone orders a Zombie. The blast is ceremonial. The rum is real.
The private sauna room. All-you-can-drink rum. Pirate outfits provided. Drink from pistols. Pegleg available on request. Limited capacity — book in advance.
A full wall of fish tanks featuring a resident octopus and supporting cast. Touch tanks for the brave. Best viewed from the rope chairs.
Order a Jet Pilot. The speakers play Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins. Every time. Without fail. This is not negotiable and not a joke.
Articles of agreement for all souls aboard the Crow's Nest.
Rooftop. San Francisco. The Crow's Nest awaits.
San Francisco, CA · Rooftop Bar · Open Thurs–Sun