611 Hyde Park Boulevard
Houston, TX 77006
Harris County
Phone: (713) 526-7070
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by Caitlin H. on NightLife is every Thursday at the Academy of Science. I have been twice, and both visits were enjoyable. This is a great way to see the museum for cheap if you have never been before. It also makes an excellent date choice (look at the crowd, everyone else thinks so too). There are multiple bars and a few DJ setups for dancing. It seems that the crowd varies depending on the nights theme and on the time of the year. There is a lot to see at the academy of science though, and it is much nicer when it is only adults and you can feel free to be a kid without getting in the way of the actual children!
by Mister S. on The 3rd Floor is such a quintessential NYC place that you have to appreciate it for what it is. Come during the week, enjoy the weirdness of the tiny elevator to the place, and have some all-you-can-eat barfood. This is New York, this is K-town, enjoy it before it's gone.
by Porter Mauson on Update 1/28: Finally checked this place out at night with Aimee. It was her friend's birthday so we were excited with the prospect of free admission. Well, Aimee picks me up and tells me that her friend informed her of the crazy valet situation and the ridiculously long line forming outside the restaurant. I'm not expecting much in terms of the crowd, I mean, it IS Glendale after all. The valet, though, I knew that was gonna be a problem as there's an In-N-Out right next door and the parking lots are nowhere near large enough to accomdate the hundreds of people that both restaurants can hold. So, we get get off the 2, round the corner to see cars practically running each other over trying to GET IN the parking lot. It was like a soccer riot, but with cars (nice cars, mind you, saw a brand new Lamborghini, but I'm sure it was daddy's). We wait several minutes before getting pissed and drive off a side street to find no parking within a 10 minute walk of Minx. We try the valet again and are turned away. Son of a bitch. We had to park by the hospital, a 15 minute walk and Aimee had heels and it was raining and freezing and I was developing the sickies. We arrived with our frosted eye lashes and an icicled noses to a line that would make any event promoter proud. Luckily we were ushered to the front of another line that hadn't been created, so I guess we would have been the front of that line by default. Didn't matter, we were in front of *a* line and after waiting for a half hour the velvet rope was parted and we were let through... to another line. We waited in the frisking line for another ten minutes. We reached the violators and I was searched thoroughly, so thoroughly in fact, that I think he rubbed feeling back into my gangrenous limbs. I got lucky, though, I think the other violator was performing rectal exams. Anyway, you can't smuggle anything in here, not even in your crotch. Yeah, hence the emotional trauma. Yay, finally we're through the doors and what the, another line? Here's where people shell out TWENY DOLLARS for admission. Luckily we were granted a carnival ticket (Admission One) that could have doubled as a raffle ticket which we traded for admission. Alright, awesome, we're finally inside. Sweet, Aimee, there are your friends. OK, cool, let's follow them. Wait, they're going back outside. Why are they going back outside? Aw. Fortunately, the patio was heated by heaters, hot people, and a bar. Gin rocks in an opaque plastic cup, the second of which my strong gorilla hands decimated, spilling precious, precious liquor all over the floor. I salvaged what I could from the cup, but I think it was mostly my tears of mourning and grief. Well, the first drink was a four second pour, so around a standard shot. The second drink, though, was poured for just over 7 seconds (yeah, I pay attention to this), and I was happy with that. I wasn't happy with the fact that these (supposedly) single shot drinks were eight bucks, so they're a 6.5, 7 at best on my efficiency scale. Our night ended thusly: with our drinks done, we rubbed our way through the ridiculous crowd to the dance room where the DJ's music selection was ATROCIOUS. Seriously, who the hell plays The Killers at "clubs" anymore? Seriously, who? NOBODY, that's who! Luckily I'd drank enough to undulate to the music (hehe), but only so for 20 minutes before the heat of the crowd nearly melted us. We went back outside and tried to find chairs that hadn't collected puddles of water but we were unsuccessful. Bummer cuz the music outside sucked too. It was trance, but bad trance, and the speakers/stereo system outside emitted music in much the same that a forty year old vehicle would. From four stars during the day to no stars after sunset, never again will I visit Minx as it combines the worst of Hollywood with the worst of the hideous hipster culture and the worst of Glendale. Here's my initial review: I came here for a drink one morning in some raggedy attire. I finished my smoke, stepped inside and was impressed by the decor. I'm not used to this type of style within five miles of my neighborhood. I noticed a sign printed to the right of the host -- something about the dress code being strictly enforced. I asked the cute hostess, "are you guys serious about this?" Not so much during the day, but yes during the night. ok, so I spotted the bar and floated my way there. Sapphire tonic, well made (weak) for ten bucks. Lovely (sarcasm). The bartender said the average check for two people will be around 70 - 80 dollars, and the average tip will be around seven dollars (attesting to the crowd mentioned in another review). I checked out the menu, nothing mind blowing. Basic fusiony meals. The bartender and host rocked. My drink did not. This's just a preliminary review. Once I check this place out at night, I'll add to what I've written.
