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When you are looking for an exciting evening out and are searching for the best gentlemen's club in San Francisco, stop into Penthouse Club & Restaurant. We offer the finest adult entertainment venue & steakhouse in town!
Located in the North Beach district, the expansive 15,000 sq. ft. space has been completely transformed by the award-winning lighting and interior designer, David Chesal into the best adult club in San Francisco. The elegant black granite foyer leads to two bars, three stages, intimate dining areas, multiple champagne rooms and exclusive VIP areas.

Offering Bottle Service & Live Adult Entertainment

The two levels are accented with shimmering textured walls, richly appointed furnishings, mesmerizing LED lighting, and an intriguing glass stage visible from the strip club showroom.
With our full bottle service, delicious steaks, upscale atmosphere, and topless entertainment, we're the adult club of choice in the entire Bay Area. Stop in tonight to see what sets us apart!

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February 2018
Night Club San Francisco CA

Happy Hour 6-8pm

February 26 @ 6:00 pm - 8:00 pm
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An event every week that begins at 6:00pm on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, repeating until December 31, 2018

Happy Hour from 6pm-8pm! $5 domestic beer, $5 well drinks, $6 imported beer, $8 call drinks, $10 premium & $12 top shelf!

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A Frank Conversation with Michael Ellis, Chef at The Penthouse Club

Today, San Francisco’s very own Penthouse Club & Steakhouseopens to the public.

The chef is Michael Ellis, whose resume lists Dry Creek Kitchen and not one, but two, Voltaggio brothers. There are about 50-60 seats upstairs in the restaurant (more on that below), and about 150 seats total, and Ellis is trying his best to make sure the steakhouse side of the name isn’t thrown by the wayside (see the menu here). As you may have noticed, last night there was a opening party with all the usual bells, whistles and passed apps. I didn’t go, but Ellis and I chatted today, because being a chef in a strip club has got to be sort of interesting.




Casino-Style Strip-Club Glamor Comes to S.F. in The Penthouse Club

​Las Vegas has arrived in San Francisco via a 19-foot stripper pole. The Penthouse Club has its grand opening last night. The crew went all out with this event. Everything was perfect inside, including the people working there. By the time they’d checked your ID and taken your coat they had also welcomed you with a smile, spoken their names, and extended a hand. You felt very special upon your arrival, which is the whole point, I would imagine.



Scenes From Last Night: Slipping Into The Penthouse Club Opening

Last night marked the longawaited opening of San Francisco’s latest den of iniquity and charred meats: The Penthouse Club on Broadway and Montgomery Streets. While San Francisco loves to knock heavily branded chains like this (see also: Morton’s), the Penthouse Club seems to stand out as one of the classier strip joints in North Beach. Here’s what our camera, awash in neon purple lighting, managed to capture at last night’s opening event. The photos are surprisingly safe for work.



Penthouse Club Opens with 30-Foot Poles, Porn Star Cocktails, & Strippers

​The man standing outside the strip club looked like the type of fellow who would be standing outside a strip club. He was in a black shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing a silver necklace tangled in a mat of chest hair. He wore gray zoot suit slacks that began at his belly button and crumpled beneath his heels. A black fedora, two sizes too small, topped his greasy black curls while black wrap-around shades covered his eyes.

As he jabbered on a cell phone, he eyed a queue of three men filing into the Penthouse Club—  the newest strip joint in San Francisco’s North Beach neighborhood. These men each wore slim-fitting suits, and none had hair longer than a crew cut. Fedora Man would stay outside. He leaned against a wall and watched as the men shuffled past a black velvet rope and filed into the building, entering a gauntlet of handshakes.