8000 West Broad Street
Richmond, VA 23294
Henrico County
Phone: (804) 270-3043
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by Chris S. on We used to like going to T&G when it was in Buckhead, before the area became the best place to film the latest episode of COPS and ultimately shut down. Now that we've been to the new place at Lindbergh Station a few times, I have to say we really love it. The main circular bar area doesn't offer much to see or do, and the constant industrial/electronic beats on a loop in that room can get really annoying. But, if you head to the back where they have the little dance floor (emphasis on small - but intimate) it's a blast. We've had so much fun dancing at T&G on Friday or Saturdays. And the DJ (MP3J) actually spins popular radio music you hear everyday that people love to dance to and know all the words.
by Daniel W. on I'm going to do something I've never done before; I'm going to write a before and after review of this place. As of right now, I've never been to the Cinch, but will be there in about two hours to attend the fourth DYGay. From what the reviews lead me to believe, not taking into account the four or five five star reviews written by people with fewer than ten reviews themselves, that this place will be a slightly less seedy version of the Gangway or Ginger's Trois. I fully expect to see a lot of old queens with bouffant hair sporting too many rings, probably at least one or two post-55 year old trannies, some boy-toy hustlers, a mostly late-stage alcoholic crowd and a lot of well-drinks in stemware. Something tells me that I'm not going to enjoy this place, something tells me that a creepy old fag is going to talk my ear off, something screams at me to leave the Domestic Partner at home lest he be groped and fondled. These are the impressions that I get from the reviews; let's see how many of them are true when I complete this review tomorrow. Stay tuned!
by Gayle Rajk on I came here with a friend of mine when I was 18. We were young, naive, and perpetually broke. So when I had come into some money (ok it was like $200 from doing some work for my dad) the first thing I did was call up my friend and say "Pack your bags... We're goin to Morimoto's!" So we put on our nicest faux chic clothes, and head over to pseudo olde city. Upon arrival, we were seated quickly. Walking to our table I might have tripped over my jaw, which had dropped to the floor. Being only 18 at the time (and never having been to a Starr restaurant) I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Here I was expecting something more... well... traditional... and we end up in what looked like the lobby of a tokyo nightclub. The service there was supurb. Everyone there was incredibly knowledgeable about the food they were serving. When our Yosadofu (spell check), tofu made at your table, was finished, a server came over to spoon it out for us, and explained what each of the two sauces were, and how the first one was meant to cleanse your palate and so on. Up to this point, it wasn't immediately apparent that this was the restaurant of an Iron Chef. Upon receipt of the entrees however, this changed... instantly. I'm not a calimari person, not by a long shot. But when I tried a piece from my friend's salad, I almost passed out from sheer taste bud shock. Also, I was incredibly confused as to what happened to the calimari when I ate it. I was used to chewing my food before swallowing it, but this LITERALLY melted in my mouth. The sushi was better than average, but nothing spectacular, with the exception of the plating. You can tell that a lot of effort goes into not only the preparation, but the presentation of the food. All in all, Morimoto's was incredible. In fact, to date it is still my favorite restaurant, and I'm looking forward to visiting the newer one in NYC.
