12220 Murphy Road Suite A
Stafford, TX 77477
Fort Bend County
Phone: (281) 561-9653
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Rudolph Taubman on Came here on a random, cold Wednesday night with some friends. It was not poppin, but I guess that's a good thing bc we didn't want to wait. We had some Coors along with kimchi fried rice and this hamburger meat thing - forget what it's called. Both were good but also overpriced. I like the interior and atmosphere. Seems like a cool place to hang, and I have yet to check out the happy hour. Other than that service was whatever. Waitress actually seemed kind of rude. Honestly just a "whatever" type of experience.
by Grady Hesser on Ummm.. didn't mind it. Didn't try the food. Turns out two of my friends were celebrating there on the same night: One had a birthday in the upstairs section, which is mostly latin music with an occasional top 40 mixed in; I guess the crowd was more cheerful 30s. Another one of my girls was in the downstairs area, it's her & her people's usual weekend spot so she was simply getting it in. I felt intensely awkward upstairs so moseyed back on down. Crowded, pulsing, dark. Hip hop, top 40s. Drinks in ribbed, small plastic cups. I believe a Jameson cost me $11. Imagine my chagrin when mine got knocked out my hands twice. I had the wierd experience of having a guy "claim me" after one dance, and not really "letting me" dance with other people the entire night. Meh. I don't know if it's because of him that I felt the crowd was young, hungry, and looking to grind more than have a good time. Or grinding equaled having a good time. I don't grind with just anyone, y'heard? I danced my hair flat, got gully, was there until the lights came on. Yeah, NO ONE is pretty when those lights come on. May probably go back, but only if I was like, aggressively determined to dance, and my 1st option charged a cover or was too crowded. Luckily, I rarely have those moments.
by Asilia F. on Barf! You will never catch me anywhere near this place again. Worst crowd, worst vibe...dumbest bouncers. Grossest place ever. If you are not one of the following, this place is probably not for you. 1. a completely clueless douche bag who thinks that going out includes roofies, corona, spray-on tan, skanks in clingy dresses, spiking your hair and wearing a "work shirt" open at the chest. 2. a Forever 21 addict with discount cocaine in your Chinatown Prada bag 3. over 38 4. useless with bad taste in music... 5. a tourist I am exaggerating to make my point. I'm sure there were some nice people there.I could go on and sound like an even bigger bitch than I already do. This is the New York that I hate. This is the LA I hate. This is the every big city in the world that I hate. Velvet ropes, jerk bouncers and megalomaniac door people. The false exclusivity is pathetic. The line outside, the haggling at the door. It makes me feel so dirty. Why was I here? I really had no business being here. It really serves me right. But I had a good reason (my friend was djing), but this time I didn't even get in because I had words (about getting off of the public sidewalk) with the idiot bouncer and he had to have his pathetic victory of making sure I didn't get into this garbage club that I was actually too young, too sober and too broke to be in anyway.
