5113 Bragg Boulevard
Fayetteville, NC 28303
Cumberland County
Phone: (910) 864-9751
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by Dan G. on I love this kind of food. Here is what I don't love. We show up on time for our reservation and are shuffled off to the bar. It sure was the scene for people watching but I wanted to eat. This seems to be a trend at Nobu as well. To me it seems like a transparent attempt to pad the bill with overpriced cocktails. Finally we were taken through the Jetson's themed decor to our table. It took me some time to catch it, but the neon tables subtly change colors. Pretty cool. We started with sushi which was fresh and tasty. We opted for a bunch of small plates. All were great but the standout was the spicy king crab leg. So good it made me want to buy drinks for the crews on the deadliest catch. Just not here. They lose a star for trying to be a club when they are a top notch restaurant. No need to muddy the waters folks.
by craig F. on This place has potential. I wanted to like it. But in the end, I think it is too much of a niche for the SF market. I am also very sad. I don't wish that any business will fail, there are probably lots of good people with their hopes, dreams, hard work and livelihood tied up in the place. But that being said, there is a feeling of inevitable doom. Signs of the impending apocalypse: 1. Friday night at 8:30 and the dining room was empty save for us and two other tables. 2. What dress code there was or was supposed to be was completely ignored by at least half of the patrons (there were a few souls in the bar and later the billiards room). 3. The paper towels in the bathroom were not the nice linen kind found in upscale establishments, but rather a super cheap single ply job that screamed cost cutting desperation. The kind that you need to grab 20 or 30 just to have any hope of absorbing the moisture after washing your hands. The service was great. The hostess friendly, cocktail server smiling and efficient, and our waiter who said he was normally the bartender was excellent. Small snafu when he forgot (said he didn't hear) my app, but we were in no rush and he rectified it and immediately offered compensation for his mistake. Very nice guy with lots of personality, maybe too much for such a small, empty room, but that wasn't his fault. Got the soup, sweetbreads, Arctic Char, lobster pot pie and fruity dessert trio (which I didn't think too much of). Didn't try the soup. Loved the sweetbreads. Haven't had them too many times before so don't really have much of a baseline, but I very much enjoyed them, even if I didn't think the other items on the plate complimented them particularly well. Arctic Char is a mix between salmon and trout. It's properties seem to vary, taking on various degrees of properties from it's genetic parents. This one was almost 100% salmon. It was huge, the same size as a salmon fillet and much bigger than any Char I have ever seen and lacked any of the delicacy of the trout. But they really get dinged on the lobster pot pie. It is served in an old fashioned fruit cup, and as the pastry crust is under the sauce and not affixed to the sides, this presentation makes it very hard to eat. Each incursion by the spoon into the bowl threatened to spill much of the saucy dish over the side. It was like a puzzle. Also, I strongly disagree with the use of potatoes in this dish. There is the puff pastry crust and rich sherry cream sauce. Adding potatoes is cheapening the dish, like they are loading it with more starch/carbs so they can put less of any ingredients that cost money. The soupy, starchy result felt ham handed, like something that would be served in a diner, except for the tiny portion. The lobster consisted of a tiny claw and a bit of knuckle meat. The dish could have worked with such a small amount, but it did leave me wondering where my $32 went. $27 I could see, but not $32, unless they include a larger piece of lobster, I think this is closer to "meh, I've had better" than "A OK", but I am rounding up.
by Kaitlin Heimsness on Pure can mean so many things...sweet, innocent, undiluted. But I don't think any of these descriptions refer to Pure Nightclub. Then again, I suppose none of the aforementioned reasons are why people go to nightclubs to begin with, especially this one, so maybe that's a good thing. I have made a discovery about myself during my pursuit to rateclubs about the things that make Philadelphia so great: I am just not a nightclub kind of gal. Dive bars? Yes, please. Good, creative restaurants? Absolutely. Anywhere where I can get excellent customer service and a good story to take with me? Sign me up. But nightclubs? Just not my thing. But on that note, Pure is a good example of what so many dancey clubs try hard to be. It's big (three floors). There are lots of bars. The music is loud. There is a coat check. And the big booths on the main dance floor offer optimum people watching space. But they also do a bunch of things that didn't make me feel so thrilled, either. Drinks are EXPENSIVE. Crazy expensive. It wasn't that crowded (even though I was there on a Saturday night until after 1'ish, although I know they also do after-hours, so maybe it was too early, just not for me). There was one small room upstairs where people were dancing, but I wasn't feeling the music. And the bathrooms. Yuck. Well, I tried. It just didn't take. So look for me at a bar near you, reasonably priced microbrew and french fries in hand, anxiously anticipating hearing some song that doesn't make me want to hurl. Because there are many things I love about this city. This nightclub just isn't one of them.
