Alfred’s, where men are men and they know not to order a truly feminine dish like the salmon (which is delicious, by the way). Open since 1928, Alfred’s managed to avoid disaster during the stock market crash the following year and weather the storm of the 2008 crash to bring you impressively crafted red meat straight from the fields of the Midwest. Aged beef is king here which should be apparent given that Alfred’s sits on a lonely little alley in downtown San Francisco. Sure, the Bachelor may wonder why you brought him to a steakhouse in an alley, but after a night at Alfred’s he’ll sing your praises and bring his future wife to San Francisco so he can return for a night of meaty decadence. He may want to leave the lady at the spa though; Alfred’s is a guy’s joint through and through.
Alfred’s proudly serves over 100 varieties of Scotch. Do yourself a favor and attempt to sample at least a quarter of them by night’s end. Meanwhile try to get the Bachelor to sample over half.
Accepts Credit Cards: Yes
Outdoor Seating: No
Signature dish: Tuscan T-Bone
Attire: California Dressy (i.e. as long as you’re not wearing flip flops and shorts, you’ll be fine)
Needs Reservations: Yes
Alcohol: Full Bar
What’s next?: Bloodhound (great mixed drinks, lively crowd), Cigar Bar, Bubble Lounge, Bourbon & Branch, 15 Romolo