by Chris L. on David Judaken definitely spruced up the former Opera and adjacent Crimson night clubs with this rehash of his most popular venue. For those that were familiar with Opera and Crimson...you'll recognize the space immediately. The layout seems to have stayed mostly intact with no significant change, although every surface finish that used to be covered in suede and delicate touches were replaced with dark woods, leather, and snakeskin. The outdoor patio is less industrial looking and is broken up with large decorative bleached trees sprouting out of the cement flooring. I came on a packed Friday night and arrived to a hot rowdy party crowd and the great resident DJ, DigiTAL. But aside from the complete overhaul of the decor, it's basically the same old thing. Drink prices are standard, the crowd hasn't changed, and they run a very TIGHT door unless you personally know somebody that promotes there.
by miika m. on Sexy whistling. So here is something interesting. Once in a while, I'll hear a slight whistle, like that of a flute or perhaps a clarinet. This whistle could last anywhere from 1/40th of a second to even longer. And I'll think, "what the hell was that?" Oh, must be the dryer letting off some frustrated steam. Not a man. *smirk* In my current state of caffeinated arousal, I can't seem to stop my fingers from moving all over the place. They seemed to have taken a speed all their own and the least I can do is to effectively direct my thoughts at the same speed as the synaptic sparks are taking place in the membrane. I was here last night with a good friend of mine (his nickname is the dating mentor) with our lappys in tow and a need for anything coffee and anything sugar. Add in my verbal drive and his tat sleeves and we were in serious Freudian business about dating bullshit. Sugar is lovely to sit in, lovely to relax in and the place for smooth people to lounge and exchange quips over as they consume vats of beautifully scalloped surfaced coffee and nibbling through creamy confections (my favorite is the cheesecake brownie) swirled for dreamy pleasures. We went back and forth about the dating world because, come on people, we all know how fun it is to poke fun at people stuck in online dating and apparently, after years of membership, still none the wiser. I have a thing for trust. I blame my previous experiences and unfortunately, when they stratify themselves like the chocolate croissant we just shared, the lessons become more intensified. Dating is "bullshit" according to my dating mentor and he smirked when prompted about the levels of a dating phase. "There is no such thing," he continued, between bites, "everyone is just fucking around until they decide on that person to fuck with exclusively". I thought the dreamy interior of the space would have softened his verbal blows a bit but no, I felt them pretty right on. "It is an open market. Equal opportunity." Not a bad place to exchange words of encouragement or lack thereof, but made a bit sweeter by their baked goods and elaborately decorated coffee drinks. I would have walked out starry eyed but found myself deeper in doubt instead. Sugar indeed but at the very least I now know where to go when I need that mental oomph fluffed with emotional vivid ambiance. Great space with pretty people, especially when they come in their suits. Grab the seat near the fireplace......it will warm you, like a whistle.
by Magali Thruston on Got to see Raining Jane here last night and it was AWESOME!!! This venue is very cool! The place is a lot larger than it looks. They have great beers on tap and I hear dinner ain't bad either! Super show and great sound! Now, this is my only complaint: If you're standing in a primo spot and you can see the entire stage, do you move so that someone can get more towards the front??? Granted, after they move up -- you're pushed back. I ran into this 3 times last night! Heck, I'm barely 5'2 and made the effort to get there early and nab a spot for myself. As for the other rude folks that didn't plan accordingly: YOU SUCK! And you certainly don't have the innate right to be in the front just because you're short. (It would be nice, but that's not reality.)
