3372 West 8th Street
Los Angeles, CA 90005
Los Angeles County
Phone: (213) 380-2222
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by Britteny Heffler on I am Ukrainian American, and have gone to places like National through the years. It has been long while since I have stepped into a Russian Nightclub/Restaurant and I remembered what I missed... Great food and great fun. Ok, so the show is a little cheesy and the music is as well, but I have to tell ya, it doesn't matter. Go in with an open mind and you will not be disappointed. Be prepared for cold appetizers, hot appetizers, entrees and then deserts. Best part is, the food is passed on throughout the night, so you get to jump on the dance floor and burn some calories so you can enjoy the feast that is being served to you. Some of these places can make non-former Soviet Bloc peeps feel a little left out, but National, I have to say, was the most diverse band and crowd I have seen in a Russian Restaurant, and that def made my latin boyfriend feel a little more at ease. Get dolled up and men suited up and be prepared for the BEST time!
by Saturnina Puig on Yeah I've gotta say, I'm always a fan of this place when I do make it over here. The DJ gets my utmost respect. There are long stretches of time where it's chill drive-with-the-top-down-and-a-cap-pulled-low bass, rather than dance-my-ass-off-while-I'm-still-dizzy-drunk beats, so I end up standing there letting my sweat cool and catching my breath again. But the DJ plays a mix of everything and there's always an OHHH! of happy recognition rising up from some corner. Space: Yes, it's tiny, it gets ridiculously packed, and ridiculously hot. Crowd: I've been there so sporradically, and it's been a different crowd each time. One thursday, it was a completely dead night with a room full of asian dudes, and two chicks. Must of been a dud birthday party. Another night, and it was full and poppin, with a good mixed crowd. My friend got her small purse stolen. Another night, PACKED to the fuckin BRIM with not just mad people, but mad SUPER TALL people. It was a tall-person party. My five-foot-tall ass got swallowed in the mix. Ended up dancing between two tables because that was the only space I can find for movement. I always go with friends, guy friends, so I dont know what the Game crowd is like. But the one thing consistent is that the music is always great. The lights are low and the bass is loud. There is not so much space that I feel too awkward to dance, as if I was being watched. All good formula for getting it in.
by J H. on This place is disgusting. I'm not from Atlanta so the nostalgia doesn't bias my review. I took one bite of my hot dog and that was it. I don't know if this is too vulgar for rateclubs, but my boyfriend described the fries as "limp dicks" full of grease. I could not believe so many people were in there eating. There were even business people (with white shirts and ties) eating there for lunch. They must not be from Atlanta. I wouldn't take my worst enemy to this place. Sorry Atliens, I love Atlanta, but this is one of those places that we should let go.
