Turf Supper Club
A grill-yer-own steak joint for the swinging hipster set. It has an attitude that newer places strive for.
Turf Supper Club • 1116 25th St • San Diego, CA 92101-2105 • map
Neighborhood: Golden Hill
Dress code: Skin art and vintage threads
Sunday 1pm - midnight
Monday & Tuesday 5pm - midnight
Wednesday - Friday 5pm - 2am
Saturday 1pm - 2am
Tucked into an unassuming neighborhood, the Turf Club is one of San Diego's unique restaurant experiences. The place feels like it was pulled from some long lost time in American history, when it was ok to use horseshoes as decoration, stiff cocktails were served with little umbrellas, the women wore dresses, and the men wore hats. Also, everyone grilled their own meat.
The patrons and staff are a noisy, friendly bunch, smartly dressed and sporting more tattoos than necessary. On weekends, it is intimately crowded at night. Wait for your table at the bar, where the strong cocktails are prepared by experts.
The meat arrives raw, wrapped in plastic. You're in charge of cooking your beef and toasting your bread. The Turf Club provides a small grill, a pair of tongs, a spatula for everyone to share. Here's a grillwork hint: rub more salt than expected onto each side of your steak, apply black pepper, and grill away. Ignore the temptations of the communal bottles of ketchup, steak sauce, mustard, and worcestershire sauce.
The jukebox has a good mix of Hank Williams, Ella Fitzgerald, the Squirrel Nut Zippers, and Devo. Sunday evenings, there's a guy playing the piano, and it's fascinating to hear him bridge from The Girl from Ipanema through The Smiths and into the theme from The Jeffersons.
Finally, do not wear anything you do not want to smell like meat. The Turf Club stays with you long after you leave.