by Bill B. on My dad tends to balk at paying higher prices based on the decor and atmosphere of a restaurant, so Prana's not likely to be a good choice for him. That said, the decor and atmosphere are very nice. The small, front seating area was perfect for lunch on a sunny day--wide open windows let in the the warmth, sun, and breeze; white walls complemented unpolished wooden carvings; and despite conversation and background music, the volume was entirely reasonable. The food was generally quite good, too. My proscuitto, brie, and pear starter salad was individually tasty, though the flavors seemed to alternate rather than blend. The Kobe beef burger was delicious and almost too tender. Given the classy surroundings, I felt self-conscious about the amount of juice dripping out of it all over my fingers. Sadly, the shoestring fries were overcooked to the point of being twig-like in their crispiness throughout. Dessert was a chocolate and raisin baked cheesecake. While attractive and well-made, the raisin flavor didn't appeal to me much and I was a bit confused by the topping appearing to be currants. Staff were friendly and attentive, though the wait between courses seemed unexpectedly long. However, it wouldn't have seemed unreasonable if I'd had a companion with whom to chat. Overall, a very nice place to come for a good experience and a mild splurge at lunch or dinner. TRIVIA: I'd previously only known "Prana" as the name of a Yoga-clothing company. It's actually one of the 5 Hindu vital energies ("breath", central to Yoga) and itself divides into 5 subcategories. One of those is "samana", relating to digestion and the generation of auras. Perhaps there's a connection to the contented glow many people have after a wonderful meal?
by Porter Orbaker on I do this thing when I'm really drunk where I can't stop talking...about inappropriate stuff....I should never repeat to anyone. It'd be REALLY helpful if someone would just take my drink out of my hand. I'd most likely hit, kick, or bite you once you did it, but I'd buy you a big box of cookies later. I was doing this Saturday night as I stumbled about Bruno's among ridiculously good looking people in ridiculously red get-ups. "OMG (insert inappropriate slurring text)." "Did you know (some more inappropriate text)?" "You so crazy, you like this one nutty (insert even more inappropriate text)." Fortunately, Bruno's special VIP party room for special VIP party people comes equipped with a couple of stripper poles to keep the focus off my diarrhea mouth. The party palace also came equipped with some sugar-sweet bartenders who unfortunately were on top of my drink orders like Britney on top of too-tight sequin bikini numbers, and a Friendly DJ who played the hero by spinning an "Umbrella" remix....Nicely done man, top notch. I'm a little uncertain about my overall feeling about this bar. Although the decor is chic and warm, the general population takes on kind of a douchey tone. I'm not usually a gal to line up club-style to get my drink on, and Bruno's has a line that wraps around the corner....not so much my thing. I'll have to come back on a normal night, in a non-red outfit, in a non-over-inebriated state to make my final judgment. But if I'm rating them on throwing a private party I'd give them 5 stars. Five stars that I'd throw around my apartment later and then puke on for 5 hours the next day.
