206 South Main Street
Neshkoro, WI 54960
Marquette County
Phone: (920) 293-8738
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by Sylwia S. on You know, when Suite 181 first opened up after being Polyester's I think it was, this was the place to be... It was new, and different, and everyone would come and get their groove on here, but.... just like any new club that opens it eventually looses it's luster and we move on to the next bigger, newer, nicer club. it's just the way it goes.... sometimes I like to go back to my old stomping grounds.... but usually I like the bigger, better, newer places and prefer to spend my nights there...
by Janis M. on I spent yesterday night there, and it is a complete waste of time. Unbelievable bad Djs, strange crowd and the bartender put too much on the bill.... I really expected more of NYC party nights - hope that there are better places to go.
by Ashely Rollie on We were planing on being somewhere else, but it turned out to be quite crowded there, so we ended up here. 'Eek! ok. who knows, let's give a shot.' Was what I thought when we got there. We walk in, and was greeted. Cool. I had to do a double take. the guy who greeted us looked more like a bouncer/dancer, rather than a server/host. After a few seconds I found his whole style rather cool. I dunno if if I like dark places to have dinner, anymore. It always feel as if the establishment is hiding something. I make my way to the restroom. Which was near someone's table. Eek. I couldn't see the light switch. Is this it? I flick up and down a few times. Oh, shit. That's the dining room light! MORON!! I say to myself. Well, fuck. I can''t see the fucking switch in the fucking restroom...oh. Here it is...ew. Ok. Tiny, awkward, yuck. After a quick catch up and time deliberating over the menu, the lady server ( who almost psychically ) comes over and takes our order. I order the spicy shrimp appetizer and the 'E'dole (?)' Spicy Lamb with spinach and peanut sauce. And the Sande. Vodka with ginger and oj. I like spicy. It's like 'Vivacious' Sounds good right? Between 7 and 10 minutes my our drinks arrive. Hey, the bartender was busy. Wait. This don't taste like what I ordered. I taste gin, grapefruit juice and ginger. 'Dude. I think she got you the Saff!' My friend tells me. Ah well. Just as good. About 15 minutes. My App shows up. Small. Oh well. Nice soft bread like stuff. Damn. The sauce was incredible! The shrimp was good. But I wanted to drink the sauce from the bowl. Yeah. That good. I was sad when she took the bowl away, because I was using my fork to eat the rest of the sauce. She didn't even ask if we were done with it. Sigh, so sad. I finished my drink, and needed a smoke. Came back 10 minutes later and our food was on the table. (about a whole 30 minutes after we ordered. There is maybe about a 18-20 tables in the whole place. small kitchen? 1 cook? who knows?) i look at my plate. there is 1 scoop of rice (about 6 0z.) on the plate. and some brown lumpy stuff. ok. I taste. Mmmm...pretty good. Nice size cut of lamb. So where is the spinach and the peanut flavor? Thoughts of ordering another dish pass through my thoughts. But the love and small tummy of Lolo B. prompts her to give me most of her rice. My hero. I eat. It's tasty. I'm satisfied. I thought the bill/prices a bit too high for the totality of what we got, but hey, it's SF,right? What tripped me out the most was that we were in the middle of their transition from dining room to club/dance place. Tables were being taken away. Our bill was dropped even though we didn't ask for it and i was planning to order more drinks. It was freaky. We were finishing our dinner and there was people sitting and milling about. And we were one of the last tables. Some guy came by and said something incoherent to us and stamped our wrist. Wait? What? What's this for? We figured it out. Finished up. And got out. Strange. Oh well, next stop.
