LAST CALL! Goodbye Mr. Bings. You've given so much to so many over the years. Thank you for your service to the community.
You served the working class in a high class town. You served the strippers. The mechanics. The cooks. The bartenders from all over town. The suits. The ties. The tech workers. The tourists. The celebrities. The bums. The drunks. The drinkers.
In the end, you served so many, so well, in your little corner of San Francisco that you made us all return over and over again. You gave us memories. Helped us erase bad ones. And kept doing your thing for so many years.
A part of San Francisco died today. Progress comes one funeral at a time. Today was your funeral. Your passing makes way for the new. And while it may not be the same, or even better, it will be new again. Which any luck, what comes after you will one day be remembered as fondly as you were.
Time marches on and stops for no one, or no Bing.
Cheers to you! And may we all never forget you, until we ourselves are forgotten.
Au revoir Mr. Bings. So long, and farewell. We move on into the night and the future, sadly, without you.
UPDATE FOR REOPENING UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP-
Mr. Bing's Dive Bar. These words no longer have any meaning. What once was, is no longer. It lives on in our memories and the famous sign still attached to the exterior. On the outside nothing has changed. The rust on the sign still evident from years of neglect, pigeon excrement and San Francisco fog. Familiar. Welcoming. Inside, a shock to the system to those who remember. Gone is the horseshoe bar, the tennis painting, Ms. Pacman, the warmth of the neon sign, and gladly, in this case, the mad dash of the occasional Chinatown cockroach.
What is gone has been renewed with a less soulful and less joyous reflection of San Francisco as a hard working town. There are better spirits, craftier beers, new paint, lower lighting and gasp, candles on small tables. The old shoddy and thoughtless artwork has been reimagined John Taffer Bar Rescue style, complete with partial barrel wall adornments.
While the hookers, strippers, drinkers, drunks, and industry types move up the hill, deeper into Chinatown (Li Po, Buddha Lounge, and Bow Bow) the new Mr. Bing's feels like the overflow lounge for the far superior and pricier Comstock Saloon 20 feet across the street. This doesn't feel like Mr. Bing's and while that is ok, the future advances mercilessly, leaving the old behind. I'd bet that this bar would be better served retiring the name, and the rotting sign, and rebranding entirely, thus avoiding comparison to what was, and blazing a new path for the location.
I do wish them the best, and I will continue to gaze admiringly whenever I walk by, and drown my sentimentality up the hill at Li Po, or plod into north beach and rest in Gino and Carlo.
I stand by the five star rating because the new location offers good quality and much better service than the old Bing's. Best of luck! read more