Saw them on Adam Richman's Greatest Sandwich In America and was instantly intrigued. Had the opportunity to grab a couple of drinks and small plates before heading up Nob Hill for a concert at the Masonic. I really despise San Francisco, but I love this place!
Groovy room with a nice, warm vibe. Service was friendly and low-key. VERY impressive cocktail menu... you are in the presence of expert mixology. I went with the Tequila Rocket, which was made with homemade hot sauce, house-smoked bitters, a couple of other house-made liquids I could not identify and muddled arugula and fresno chiles. Can you say fabulous? I knew you could. Unique and totally refreshing.
I went with the oysters and the scotch egg small plates. The oysters were creamy and small, guessing Kumamotos. Served on a bed of smoked cauliflower puree that had me licking the shells. A dab of radish salsa and a thin slice of fried caper berry topped the bivalves. Another unique prep.
Scotch eggs were a bit more traditional, but with a spin. Instead of sausage the eggs were coated in burnt ends before being breaded. The were cooked perfectly, with a still runny yolk at the center. They were surrounded by dabs of their homemade hot sauce and a stripe of sweet tea gastrique. Way yummy!
If I'm forced to visit SF again you can be sure I will assuage the misery of the experience with a visit to Wexler's.