With the help of our favorite informant, let’s take a look at the failures around town:
The unfortunately-named Spanish Fly could not sustain its weekend surges into its paltry weeknight crowds. The bright side is that The City has one or two other wine bars. Besides, the Chowhounds thought it was pretty subpar; and by “subpar” they mean “not good at all” and “a bummer.”
This isn’t exactly breaking news, but MacArthur Park succumbed to the skyrocketing rents in its former space on Jackson Street; again, the closing could have been predicted by negative Chowhound reports.
Finally, we’ve got some pity for the people behind Avenue G. After shuttering their Clement Street location, they made a valiant effort to make their eclectic menu work in North Beach. Yeah, didn’t work out so well. Now where will you go for Dungeness crab pot pie?