113 South Russell Street
Marfa, TX 79843
Presidio County
Phone: (432) 729-8163
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by Rick T. on Not a good experience! I had been there before for a private party and it was great. So I went back with my wife on a Saturday evening for some fun. We got there around 5:30 and were told there was a 5 minute wait and we were given a buzzer. 20 minutes went by and it didn't go off, so I asked and they told me that I could have a lane until 6:45. Why they made me wait when there were time contraints is unknown. They clearly had NO idea what they were doing. So, we bowled for about 45 minutes and I was on the second roll of my 10th frame and they shut down the lane! The guy said "you knew you had to stop at 6:45" when I complained. But I paid for 2 full games and they shut the lane down on the last roll of the game!! I mean come on. They didn't care at all they just said that's it and asked me leave the lane. The staff was rude and the bowling was overpriced. Go to BowlMore or Chelsea Piers.
by Ying L. on Ah, so I hate Greenhouse on the weekends. But there we did go tonight. I'm not sure whose birthday it was, but it was someone's and he had a table and we danced around it and sipped drinks from it. ANYWAY. At some point I accidentally wandered off into the downstairs area by myself. Realizing my mistake, I started to go back upstairs. I had been aiming for the fenced in area outside, where you could get some fresh air without actually leaving the club. (Aside: I concede that nightclubs are inane.) As I made my u-turn, I heard a voice behind me say, "Where are you going?" I turned around. It was a guy. I looked at him blankly. "I saw you upstairs. I was wondering when you'd come downstairs. But why are you leaving so soon?" I shrugged, running my hand through my hair. "I'm going outside." "Can I join you?" I shrugged again and went outside. He joined me. "I saw you upstairs, by the entrance. You were with some friends?" What was this, a memory test? "You were very cute in there." "Uh-huh." "I guess you hear that a lot." "I hear it enough to not believe it." He shot me a look of pity. "Why don't you believe it?" I put my hand to my chest for emphasis and said, "What I meant by that was, I know who I am, I have an idea of what I look like. And it's not influenced by what guys tell me. That's what I meant." "Do you have a boyfriend?" he non-sequitored. "No." "So why don't you believe it when guys say that?" "Ok, maybe it's not that I think guys are lying. It's just that they say it to everybody." I paused, and decided to be real for a second. "Look, I follow the male gaze, and it's different from mine. It's... less discriminating." I shrugged, waiting to see if he would pick up on "male gaze" and go off script. He didn't. "So how does a guy like me, a [mumble mumble] film-maker get you to agree to get a coffee with me?" I looked into the distance where people were milling around the bouncers begging to get in, and chuckled as if coffee was the quaintest thing I'd ever heard of. "Okay, maybe not coffee. But a drink, of some kind." I stared back blankly. "Or dinner. Or... a show." "I don't need to be treated," I said with a sigh. It took a few seconds for that to register. "You... okay, you don't need to be treated. How old are you? 22?" I smiled at the ground 2 feet in front of me, ran my hand through my hair. "I'm in my 20s," I said softly. "You just turned 22?" "Sure. Yeah." He nodded wisely. "So how do I get you to go out with me? What can I do?" I turned back to him from waving at my friends, who were escaping the harassment of some genuinely creepy dudes. "You can't. I don't want a relationship." "But it's just..." "And what's the point of going on a date if I don't want to be in a relationship?" He took a big breath. "Because maybe I can show you something new, a new drink, something. And you won't know unless you take a chance and come out with me. You have to be open to new things!" I chuckled. "You know, there is such a thing as being too open, right?" See, I really did give him another chance to communicate with me. But again he did not accept. "You think I'm too open? No... I don't think I'm too open. I'm just... open, you know? And that's good." I rolled my eyes and went back into the club with my friends.
by Keeley Bowyer on The waiters at Yoshis need to be trained in basic customer service. For a place that appears to be upscale, it is surprising that the service is so ridiculous. Add that to the fact that the food is overpriced, and there really are no vegetarian options. As far as the food goes, if you're looking for Japanese cuisine, DON'T go to Yoshis. There are plenty of other options in the city. As far as seeing a show, the music is always great; however, even the staff selling the tickets is unhelpful and seem to know NOTHING about the shows. Bottom Line: It is a large lounge and great for live music. But the staff is negligent, food and drinks are overpriced, bartenders can't even make a proper bellini. Best bet: GO SOMEWHERE ELSE FOR THE FOOD!
