Few San Francisco restaurants offer valet service; fewer still spread white tablecloths on the table, with servers both friendly and talented enough to make it still seem classy. And there’s only one in town with a burger rumored to induce labor. Such is the luxury and mystique of Pac Heights’s Spruce.
Spruce exudes a specific type of San Francisco fancy. A table full of recent transplants will talk over the din wearing stealth wealth-esque tees and athleisure, while two guys in finance bro Patagonia will discuss interest rates another table over. The service is exceedingly formal, but not stiff.
That burger, and the restaurant’s a la carte menu, are only available at the spacious bar. Walk right in when it opens at 5 p.m. on weekends; otherwise, you likely won’t get a seat.