1119 Main Street
Mediapolis, IA 52637
Des Moines County
Phone: (319) 394-9496
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by Sarah Y. on Dinner served in giant beds....sounds good, right? Unfortunately, that's the only good thing about dinner at supperclub, which tries way too hard to be "artsy". A woman with a third arm strapped to her chest starts moaning and contorting around the room as I'm trying to choke down my (soggy) salad, . (I kid you not.) Next, a creepy looking masked figure with 6 inch long fingernails looming over a collapsed figure in white robes begins "singing" as I try not to puke in my barely edible entree. Finally, and here's the kicker, a naked, stripping cowboy on a pogo stick (no joke) comes bouncing onto the main floor as I try and swallow the (forgettable) dessert. Articles of clothing are flying everywhere, and he finally bounces away on the pogo stick / horse, nakedly. WTF just happened? Was the watered down cocktail I had ordered somehow spiked with hallucinogens? Alas, after confirming with my dinner companions, all of this had indeed happened. Somewhere between the contorting woman with the third arm, the wannabe demon in dire need of a manicure, and the naked cowboy on a pogo stick, and not to mention the bad food, I think I lost my appetite. The sheer novelty of eating dinner in bed (and the ludicrous aspect of it all) kept me from giving it just one star.... at least it made for a memorable experience and a good story. However, I'd recommend skipping this (especially considering the price tag ~ around $80 per person) as there are so many fantastic places to eat close by in the city....unless you really have a penchant for multi-limbed women or naked pogo-stick riders.
by Paul M. on Well, I've gotta say that for not liking this place all that much, I sure do seem to end up here every now and then.. They used to serve an absolutely AMAZING pomegranate margarita but they now claim that it's "no longer on the menu." Really? They only make drinks listed on the menu? So that means if I order a rum and coke, they're gonna just throw up their hands in dismay? Someone is being lazy. Anyway, the chips are super good. I love those really thin, crispy, chips that come in different colors. Then again, I also really like shiny objects glinting in the distance. And at least during dinner, they bring you two little complimentary cheese quesadillas. Too bad the food that you actually pay for isn't nearly as good as the free chips, salsa and quesadillas. Very reminiscent of Acapulco Restaurant chain. Their beans, rice, cheese enchiladas and chile rellenos practically burn your mouth they're so salty. And that was me trying to play it safe by ordering things I thought might be hard to screw up. (I learned my lesson once by ordering some seafood dish. Can't recall exactly what it was, because I decided to erase the memory by doing repeated shots of tequila.) The servers try to be super nice, but it sometimes comes across as obsequiousness. And the aggressive upselling can get tiresome. No, for the third time, I don't want churros with ice cream for dessert. Is it a great place? Clearly not. But it's not terrible. Maybe two and a half stars, but I'll round up because I think some of the one star reviews are a little harsh.
by Lynette Mihatsch on I wouldn't have been here were it not for a member of my group who was kind of a high roller and suggested Dolce as an alternative to the played-outedness of Mansion. It's pretty much a cookie-cutter nightclub from the music to the crowd (although what's with the waterfall Buddha? For that matter, why are there so many nightclub Buddhas in Miami? We got over this in NYC...) and it's presumably difficult to get in because at least half the place is reserved for table service patrons. So it was pretty much a typical "clubbing" experience, fun but probably not worth the absurd line. The tables section was nowhere near full on a Saturday night, so it was oddly empty compared to the packed dance floor where people didn't even really seem to be dancing. But there was one real thumbs-up that pushes this from two to three stars: the club staff was much less aloof and more attentive than anything I'd ever seen in NYC. There, unless you're a celebrity or a Middle Eastern oil tycoon who's sure to plunk down several tens of thousands, you're pretty much going to be treated like any other sceney mega-club addict who's come in from Jersey with a new spray tan, regardless of how many bottles you buy. I wondered if my positive impression of the Dolce staff was anomalous, but then noticed that an earlier reviewer had said the same.
