by Adrian R. on Went there Saturday night. Pluses: - No line, no cover, no hassle at the door! - Great music, talented DJ - Very large dance floor, and open floor layout. Liked the "80s disco" ceiling lights . Cons: - Crowd was diverse, but some attitudes and immature drama ( a fight broke out on the dancefloor) I was there with my wife and two other people. We had a good time, the music was great: dance music with modern and older mashups. Everyone in the crowd was loving it. Can't comment on drink prices bc I bought only one round of beers, and the price seemed average for a dance club. Only one round you say? This was our second club of the night, we were already pretty much toast. Crowd was diverse and overall positive. From 50yr old something rocker dudes to maybe under 21-ers with too much makeup on. But you can spot the douche bags here and there (you know, standing on the edge of the dancefloor squinting and making a serious face? haha very funny to watch) However a fight broke out on the dancefloor when i was in the bathroom, which my group told me about when i got back and they thought it was a pretty funny scene. Large open layout, like one huge room with a very large dancefloor in the middle and vip table areas tucked into the corners and sides. Lots of room to move around in. I've been to better places, but i dont think this is a 1-star place. Maybe it was because we were drunk. But we DID have a good time, and isn't that the point?
by Shelby Morken on We visited The Park strictly for dinner and on a Sunday to boot. So beyond that, I don't know anything about its bar vibe or its club vibe. Well, that's not entirely true but I'll get to that later. We strolled in with reservations for four and were seated promptly. It was none too crowded. On first blush, the space was well-done--big and airy, not the standard NYC shoe closet. We were seated "outside;" actually it was a covered area, but the trees surrounding us made for a nice outdoor simulation. The wait staff, though pretty to look at, was definitely off their game. It took a some effort to wave them down to get drink orders in, but after that, it was fine. Surprisingly there were kids in the room with us. I don't know why I found the presence of kids so surprising since this, after all, was a restaurant. Maybe it's because I'd convinced myself this was more of a club with food; no matter since kids don't usually bother me. Usually. As is often the case with both Murphy and me, the particular child roaming the room was obviously not quite right in the cabeza AND had taken a liking to my friend's girlfriend's bright pink coat. The child also had a preternatural ability to squirm his way out of his parents' grasp. Mix in a few glasses of wine on the part of the friend's girlfriend's to this recipe and viola! Instant, drooly, uncomfortable fun. But alas, I was occupied on my end of the table by the ever-growing Bears party being thrown in the back room. Look, I'm about as homophobic as Cher's costume designer, but when the guy checking IDs decided to invoke his constitutional right to bare arms (as well as the rest of his hairy torso) by removing his shirt, Baloo and Company should've at least made sure the rest of us were done with our meals. Yikes. I look straight ahead and am greeted with a shirtless Grizzly Adams; I turn to the side and watch the spectacle of a grown woman attempting to negotiate personal space with a trisomy 21 whose parents have evidently given up on policing. So I look down and face my food. I ordered the lamb shank, which was just okay. It wasn't horrible, but I have had better. The meat was tender and braised well, but the sauce could've used a little more herbage to freshen up the dish. The orzo was nice, but it's kind of hard to jack up orzo. My girlfriend's butternut squash soup was much better than my dish. I also did like the bathroom. In all, beauty of a space. OK food. Middle-of-the road service. But, oh, what a show you get with your dinner! Three hairy, shirtless, mongoloid stars.
