by Ollie Seitzinger on
really nice place with loads of candy for the eye. typical LA club with pretty asian girls and good looking asian guys, except the guys were fobby looking. There were NON fob pretty boys but they couldn't dance, they were only good at looking fly with their pulled up collars, vests and ties... but at least they looked yummy on the eyes.. lets see. finding this club was okay. If you plug it in ur gps or iphone maps, it'll lead u to an alley. just go in that alley, then make a right onto the street where the parking is. You have 2 options: $5 or $7(i think) parking. the promoters = nice & friendly. Same thing for all the clubs, if you go with girls, they'll definitely let u cut to the front of the line. bathroom's at the bottom when you enter... to get to the dance floor, you'd have to go up the stairs. dance floor is an okay size. the bars are to the left and right. the staircase to the front with the dj at the platform middle of the staircase. the sound system (speakers) opposite the stairs. Oh, if u want to just look sexy with your drinks, you can go up at the walkway (whatever its called) and just look down at the people dancing. lol. Hm. I don't know whatelse to say other than that. I was stuck in the bucket room (i forget the name they call it) majority of the time because my friend was drunk so I didn't really get to explore. Wait. Their drinks (or at least the 1 or 2 drink I had) was pretty good and that's saying alot for me because I used to drink a lot. lol.
by michele s. on
i stop by here at least once a week for the eggplant parmesan sandwich, with a nice glass of red. i love the friendly, un-snobby atmosphere, the eclectic selection of live music, and the best bartenders in town! if you are lucky, and it's "pie friday", you can have a delicious slice (ask sunde if she's serving it that day). or you may be entertained by the smart and sassy bombshell...nicole!!! , it's never the "rong" time for the rite spot!
by Palmer Chowhan on
Cube Libre pretty much, ummm.....yeah, it Sucks. Now listen up, people, because this is important. Please remember while reading this review to continually look above and be mindful of the I am going to give here. It says three stars, but this is going to sound like a 5 star review. IT IS NOT! While the glowing verbiage you are about to engage in might make it seem like I love this joint, the fact is I can just barely stand it. However, it has a single quality so wonderfully endearing that it warrants the extra stars, but DON"T LET THEM FOOL YOU! OK, here goes... Cube Libre is one of the first overly pretentious vestiges of knuckle-dragging douche-monkeys established in the Warehouse District, and helped that part of 4th street and the surrounding environs become the natural habitat of Jerkshirts in Austin. It is overpriced, the drinks are lousy, the atmosphere is painted on, the service with only 1 exception is like dealing with invalid orangutan's, and it's a good place to catch washed up cougars (who will lead with "So, what do you do?") and, well, ... venereal diseases. It is a model and front runner of this type of thing in that part of downtown, and taught all the others how it is sadly done. Cube Libre is the Obi-Wan of Asshole bars, if you will. However, when you first walk into to Cuba Libre, you don't see any of that. What you see is a lovely wall of sparkling gold that flows from floor to ceiling like a waterfall made by the tears of God the Father Almighty. As you step toward it, it parts for you in a glorious wave, bringing to mind instantly the heady days of the roaring '20's, of great stages and exciting speak-easy shows, of Vegas nights and glorious speeches. If ever in your life you felt deep down inside, that you were destined to BE SOMEBODY, to walk through a parting curtain like this to thunderous applause, then you will feel your pulse race and your eyes twitch, seeking the accolades and glory that you have always known to be rightfully yours! As the curtain rolls back for you and only you, you feel as if you have transcended the plane of normality into greatness, and wonder how you ever lived without this in you entire life! And then you realize you are at Cuba Libre. Have one drink, drop three stars just for the curtain, and go home.