by Rebecca C. on
"What's the name of this club? I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright." One of the best nights I have had in a lonnnnnng time. September 11, 2010, NYC, crazy police presence, and I was wondering why the city was so alive and so alert. (Insert blonde moment here.) My brother Matt, my cousin Alexis and myself all went into the city after I had finished up my Master's capstone project presentation. I needed this night. I needed a drink. I needed to dance. We ended up at the Frying Pan at around 11p.m. on Saturday night. It was packed as I expected it to be. What I didn't expect was the awesomeness of this bar/club/old naval boat, all packed into one hot spot. Let the drinking begin... For all of you hustlers out there, yes, the drinks are expensive, but not anymore expensive then any other NYC bars or clubs. Anyways, I wasn't paying, so it really didn't matter. (It did matter, I was just in need of an out of control drunk night.) I got it. The bar itself is actually the pier, and the nightclub is on the boat. I think it was Lady GaGa night, seriously. (I love her b.t.w.) I am sea worthy, grew up in Miami on the water. Now, what better than rocking the boat with bad and enthusiastic dancers? Now, I must point out, that even my brother made it across the dance floor with Lady GaGa blasting. I danced, he did not. Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic, got my blueprint, it's symphonic. (And that is just the bathrooms.) Definitely worthy of visiting when in NYC. Check out the bathrooms, the pool room, the boat, the bar and then the bathroom again (for all you beer/alky drinkers.) Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle. I got it, just stay close enough to get it. Don't slow, drive it, clean it, bleed it, spend the lasto in your pocko. Just Dance. (Really)
by kendall r. on
I've heard so much about this place, and I know rateclubsers dig it, so when it was suggested that we head here to break the heat of the hottest day of '09 to date, I gladly accepted. I didn't even realize that it was in the same place as Coyote Ugly until we walked up to it. Immediately I had to ignore the shudder of all the times i passed by CU and had to deal with throngs of people who take themselves way too seriously. i was assured that National Mechanics on a Sunday afternoon would be far different than those experiences on weekend nights. It was true. I was surprised that it wasn't bigger inside, but the set up is really decent. I like all the high tops and if it were a little more crowded, i imagine you'd be able to grab a six top with a small party and make some new friends. The first thing I noticed was that they have a build-your-own bloody mary bar, which is kind of a neat idea. too bad i'm not really into them. being as hot as it was, all i could think of was drinking something really cold immediately and eating something also cold and hopefully refreshing. I went with the fruit berry citrus salad, which sounded like the perfect thing. Unfortunately when it came out, instead of being accented by the "sweetly tart cream sauce", my fruit was completely drowned in it. I could've done with a little less of the sauce, but it was still tasty. Our server was decent, even though she seemed like she didn't want to be waiting tables, she was still friendly enough to not adversely influence the eating experience. She was really great about refilling drinks, which is always a plus. And even more greatly appreciated on an abnormally hot April day. For Brunch, it's definitely got a 4 star vote from me. Now i'll just have to see if i have an equally enjoyable time when i'm tossing a few back.
by Mercedez Avirett on
Been here once. Loved the history of this place. But I felt kind of weird here- like I just walked into something personal. Everyone knows each other and there are def. lots of regulars (so it seemed), so it takes awhile to get used to if you plan to become a regular yourself.