If I could restrict myself to one sentence, it'd be "What's all the fuss about?"
San Francisco, in its desperation to be hip and happening, sometimes forgets the basics.
The food at The Monk's Kettle is so-so, it's really hard to get sat down, at the bar or at a table, and either way you've got people pushing past you all night.
This location (and I've said it before) on 16th between Valencia and Guerrero, is throbbing with choice. This means that, within yards of Monk's Kettle you've got better bars, better restaurants and better places for people-watching.
Yes, the beer list is impressive. After a hit and miss experience with beers I'd never heard of before, I alighted on a $20 bottle of Fuller's Vintage Ale, and it was rich and complex like wine.
However, in order to enjoy the choice, you have to get in there, get sat comfortably, and study the list.
Satisfy your curiosity, sample the beers, but don't hold your breath for a decent meal. The basic burgers are definitely not "Gourmet Pub Fare" like they claim.
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