3848 South Orlando Drive
Sanford, FL 32773
Seminole County
Phone: (407) 323-8232
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by Maybell Ullum on I like Ella. I'm waiting for it to live up to its premise. Josh and Darin are absolutely the best and have such a great energy to be owners of nightlife joints. The decor is sexy, evoking the vibe of the speakeasy era, without it being a speakeasy type of venue. It's enough speakeasy places in NYC and thankfully, Ella doesn't give you the whole "let in through an unmarked door, dimly lit specialty cocktail" vibe. That era had speakeasy jump-offs, but it also had high energy places where the broads were flapper types and a bowtie was de rigeur (sp?)! I'm waiting to see how Ella fits into its skin, though it's still a great place to bring a broad (that era's vernacular) or friends for signature cocktails and surprise performances downstairs. The interior designer did a great job on the place!
by Adam C. on I had a dream once that my childhood house in Manayunk was swept up by a tornado and was casted to a magical world where had landed on the wicked witch of East Passyunk. Lucky me. Greeted by people shouting "Speak English!" and "Sopranos!". Dizzy with confusion a middle-aged woman sporting a coffee in sweatpants saying "Juicy" where the sun don't shine tells me if I want to return home I need to find the "Whiz of Geno's". But beware of the "King of Steaks". The people tell me to follow the "Pash E. Unk Road" and with my lil' dog we journey down the magical street passing tanning spas, realtors, salons, cheese shops, gyms and more tanning spas. After befriending a smelly old man, a drunken Eagle's fan, and an illegal alien we arrive to a tower of neon proportions complete with a blown-up photograph of a cheese steak. As we approach an angry beast wielding a spatula blocks our path. "You must be the King of Steaks" I state and the man smirks and replies "I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. I'll toss in some free fries." It was a good offer but not good enough... "NEVER!" and I turn to whisper in the Eagle's fan ear. The fan goes ape shit and pummels at what was the "King of Steaks". Now what did I say in his ear you might ask? "We won the Super Bowl." At last the quest is finished. "What do you want?" cries out a man behind the counter. "The Whiz please!" I said with confidence as he hands me a cheese steak made with 100% whiz. "Oh... this is it? What a rip off!" "Well just click your heels together fag!" shouts the smelly old man. "Que?" asks the illegal alien. So I do and everyone laughs at me for wearing ruby slippers, clicking my heels, outside of "Geno's" at 2am. The only problem about this dream is that it is not a dream. This place, this Oz, this timeless void does exist. It's open day and night all year round for you. Come and experience it for yourself. Be mesmerized by the sheer audacity of it all. This is as close to the "American Dream" as you are going to get. Grab a steak wrapped in a copy of the "Declaration of Independence" for your educational purposes. There is so much to gain. (Waistline that is.)
by MIchelle A. on Great place to see a show: Colin Meloy was awesome. The venue is small and the second level has a great view of the band. ****Beware of the dinner and ticket swindle: the food is awful and over priced the mixed drinks suck too, I recommend sticking to bottled beer and fries if you get anything.
