Bar Agricole is one of the great utility players of the SF dining scene. It feels perfect for more occasions than almost anywhere we can think of: specialty cocktails, date night, late night, Bootie pre-grame, dessert-recovery from ill-advised Bootie trip, patio situation, brunch, oysters, see and be seen... the list goes on. While some restaurants seem like solutions in search of a problem, it’s hard to think of a problem that Bar Agricole doesn’t solve.
And despite its jack-of-all-trades status, the food remains firmly mastered. Sure, you’ve seen the basic dishes before (flatbread, Dungeness, spaghetti), but the restaurant always brings something extra. In many cases that somethingextra is merely perfect execution. We had a giant wood-fired in-season crab, and if you’ve never had hot buttered crab juice drip down your chin, chased by an armagnac old fashioned, you haven’t lived, my friend.
The room is pretty solid as well — it’s big, but they fill it without over-crowding it. Its size gets Bar Agricole onto the all-star list of “excellent food and not a pain in the *ss to go to,” which is our favorite list. You can just show up, and eat! What a thought, in this day and age.
What about drinks? This is a bar, right? Mostly awesome, but not as consistent as we’d like. We’d drink the aforementioned old fashioned for days, as well as most of the namesake rhum/rum agricole stuff, but we’ve had some bad luck with others. Caveat emptor.
Nits aside, we’ll be back. In this godforsaken random hybrid Soma/Mission zone, where you’d be hard-pressed to find someone on a Friday who isn’t 10 drinks deep, is a restaurant that is a good answer to almost any need. Hold tight, these are hard to find.
A strong selection, including a baked version with breadcrumbs. We like ours unadorned, but no judgment.
Slathering semi-solid pig fat on bread really makes you feel like the top of the food chain, am I right?
This was one we saw go by to another table and had to order. It did not disappoint — cheese on bread is hard to mess up, and they flew in their chiles all the way from NEW MEXICO. Paging Walter White.
Not much to add here, this was badass. Get it if you can.
Pork in slab form AND sausage. What a bounty.
Three words that go well together. Soft and moist. If you’re hanging in for dessert, do it.