2735 North 62nd Street
Omaha, NE 68104
Douglas County
Phone: (402) 554-5834
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by Amy C. on They do family style right! They have soooo many great options. Some of my favorites include bruscetta, fried cheese, lasagna, chicken parmesan, and cream brule. After the dinner, they are great at packaging leftovers up for you. If you order properly (and ask for seconds), you can easily have 2-3 meals per person to take home.
by Denis S. on Apple, for what it is, is pretty cool. It's got an outside seating area for people who like to pay for bottle service. It's got a huge upstairs bar with lots of space. It's got a smaller downstairs dance room. The DJ had some good music, but as usual, wasn't great at transitioning. Since I came with a group that got us past the bouncer no problem and had paid for the bottle service (which equal a couch to sit on) it was a pretty good time, for what it was... But let's take a step back and really consider what these Hollywood clubs are. First, no matter how hard you try, going to these is an expensive event. First, you get dressed up, because God forbid you're not dressed right and you get turned away due to their dress code. Then you drive or cab over to the club (I'm skipping the before-clubbing activities). Driving means you have to find parking, which usually takes anywhere from three days to thirteen weeks. Then you have the privilege of turning over your car to some stranger, so he can park it behind the building, all for a very "reasonable" fee. Finally you're in the club! Right? Wrong! You're outside. Whether there's a line or not, you're still waiting outside. Why? Because if they let you in right away, that just wouldn't be cool, and you would never come back. So you wait. And you try to charm/bribe/lie your way in. But the bouncer is huge and wise, he's heard them all before and the air is so purified up there, he can smell right through your tricks. So you wait. Finally, if you're one of the chosen ones, you'll be admitted. At which point you get to punch, shove, kick, and push your way through an immobile wall of people in, what you hope, is the direction of the bar. IF you get to the bar, you get ignored by the bartender, unless you have money hanging out of your ears, or you're an attractive member of the opposite (or same) sex, depending on the bartender's preference. Finally you order a drink and watch as the bartender splashes a couple ounces of alcohol into a cup and charges you $10 plus for it. It's almost as sad as watching all your chips go down that huge hole on a Vegas roulette table. Now you've got your drink in hand, and you get to kick, bite, punch, slam and poke your way away from the bar. All the while you're trying to balance your drink and having other people's drinks spilled on you. By the time you're out of the crowd, you've either managed to consume your drink (all that shoving makes you thirsty), or if you've (more likely) spilled it on a dozen other people. Either way, your glass is empty and you're ready to repeat the process of getting to the bar. But that's not all. If you want, you can go dance. Of course, the average club goer is not as coordinated or thoughtful as the movies will have you believe, so even if you know how to dance (which I don't), you won't get the chance because there are just too many people. The best you can do is sway back and forth and hope that drunk couple who keeps making out and falling on people will stay away from you. Good luck! After all that you're tired and want to rest your wary feet. There are plenty of couches, please sit down. Except wait! If you want the privilege of sitting down, you're just going to have to buy bottle service. What's that? Well, it's where you pay hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars for the rare opportunity of drinking from a $50 dollar bottle of alcohol and sitting on a couch. What a bargain! Finally, it's getting close to 2am and it's time to go. You walk outside, get ignored by the valet for a while (unless you've got money coming out of ears) and finally get your car. Then you drive away praying that the rest of the drivers brought a designated driver, because you don't remember anyone in the club who had the motor skills to walk across the street, let alone operate a car. Miraculously, you get home, where you realize how bad you smell (by this time you're wearing about seven drinks) and you collapse on your bed/couch/floor, all in the hopes of waking up at 2pm the next day, to do it all over again!
by Keenan Forstedt on This is my kind of piano bar - the martini's are huge, you get served a nice salty snack mix if you go early, and the place gets packed fast. The drinks are pretty potent though, so if you plan on finishing one and having another, be sure to walk or cab it to your next destination.
