by Cristopher Mildenberger on You know those Millet Lite commercials - the ones where the hot woman bartender asks the guy which beer he wants - the guy with the dragon clothes or wearing sunglasses etc? Yes, I think the after party for those commercial shoots is held at the Sutra Lounge cause it was a like a Miller Lite guy convention there last time I went. But, the good thing is that is less full of itself than Opera across the street and if you are into Hookah, they have that too. I am pretty sure the DJ had to pay the club for set time cause he was absolutely horrible and partially explained why we were the only ones on the dance floor for 2 hours... Save your money and go to one of the free bars next door.
by Ada C. on Came here on a Thursday night for the Far East Movement after party. We got there early (around 9:30) and there was already a line forming. We were probably 30th in line or so, but it took us until 10:45 to get in, and when we got inside there weren't even that many people! It got crowded a bit after 11, and I swear they over-packed the place. I've never had such difficulty trying to get out of a room; it was a good few minutes of being smashed between sweaty bodies and other people who were trying to get from one place to another; at one point I couldn't even move or breathe because so many people were trying to get out and everyone was squeezing into each other. I understand the club wants to make money from the cover charge, but I think they should also consider how safe it is for those who are inside! On the positive side, the DJ was good and the Far East Movement rocked it! The bouncers were actually very friendly and the go go dancers were hot. However, I definitely would not come back unless we got bottle service just to make sure I could get some breathing room.
by Elwood Leblanc on Because South City Kitchen appears to have been converted from an old Southern home, complete with early 20th Century charm, I expected my Sunday brunch to match the elegant setting. However, my Eggs Benedict, topped with beef brisket, left me satiated but not impressed. The English muffin, toasted and buttered to perfection, melted in my mouth, but the shredded beef sat fatty and cold. Plus, I asked for my eggs to be poached hard, but when I punctured the white mound with my fork, yolk oozed all over my entree. Is it that hard to fulfill such a simple request? The accompanying potatoes were cut into too-huge cubes, in my opinion, as smaller squares are easier to fry and achieve the crispy-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside texture I adore. Plus, the large bowl of ketchup provided for dipping seemed a little out of place. A rosemary sprig and cracked pepper would've been better. I sampled my boyfriend's Maple Pancakes, which already had been saturated with syrup by the chef. I prefer to drizzle syrup across my pancakes at my own discretion, instead of eating a maple-absorbed sponge. My brunch was good but not great.
