129 West Fayette Street
Celina, OH 45822
Mercer County
Phone: (419) 586-6515
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by Elizabeth B. on I hardly know where to start. Maybe it's just not my scene? I went here on Saturday for a birthday and struggled through the throbbing masses inside to get a drink at the overcrowded, overpriced bar. $24 for a glass of champagne and a tequila shot, ouch. I (and our entire crew) spent pretty much the entire night outside on the patio/entrance area because the inside was SO INTENSE. You better bring your A-game, your creep face, and your hair gel if you want to get down on the dance floor. Was subject to a few unwelcome, creepy rather than flattering passes. I was much happier once I left and was chowing on some tacos down the street at Pinches. I have come here once before for drinks earlier on in the night and those were fine, but I think it's overpriced for what it is. I have heard wild things about their Sunday summer parties - maybe I'll be feeling brave enough to try this place again when warmer weather rolls around!
by Amanda D. on Yeah, everyone and their grandmothers have reviewed this place. I do not care. Speaking of grandmothers, mine loves Richard Blais. But, she cannot get his name right ever, which is actually some sort of genetic thing because my mom does this too on occasion with people who are not Richard Blais (like Formula 1 World Champion Nigel Button). My grandma calls him Henry Blais, and every time I talk to her she makes sure to ask if I have been to his restaurant lately. I have tried plenty of burgers, but I have to say my favorite has been one that was a special for a couple days last week: a Chicago Dog Burger. I was kind of let down by the fact they couldn't even get actual sport peppers for a couple days worth of burgers, but whatever. I at least got over the fact they listed ketchup as an ingredient, because YOU CAN ASK FOR NO KETCHUP. There is no need to worry about the genuine Chicago hot dog-ness of the burger because...it is a burger. In any case it was a fascinating thing to do with a burger to me, although it obviously doesn't taste like a hot dog, it was still really, really good, right down to the taste of the celery salt. The farm burger is another of my favorites, although now everything comes with grass fed beef so its price point seems a bit high now. I can never go here without having a shake. I can't even decide which one is my favorite. I tried the Krispy Kreme because it was the cheapest, even though I don't like the doughnuts, and I have ended up ordering that one the most because I absolutely love the shake. The turtle shake is another favorite, because I am addicted to caramel, but last time I had a rice krispies shake. Yes. Rice krispies. It was seriously like drinking a rice krispies treat but better. I almost cried of joy. I never feel like the burgers are too small, granted I am not really a fan of having a half pound burger because that is just overboard. If you get a shake, you're set. If you do that whole lunch special, you are probably stuffed. It does cost a bit more, but I will spare everyone the economics lesson. Plus, you need room for that shake.
by Cyril Pollet on My Hollywood nightclub cherry was popped by Opera this past Saturday night, and it left me thinking that perhaps Hollywood nightclubs just aren't for me. I have a hard time believing that men flaunting D&G belts to hold up intentionally distressed True Religion jeans are really heterosexual, but whatever. The line was miles long, and I was there to meet a friend who had come with a group whose party ended hours before. I strutted up to security, dropped the name of the group, was told their party ended hours before, batted my eyelashes, got looked up and down by the bouncers, and got let in for free. Score. Kinda. Once inside, it was a standard over-crowded Saturday night clubscene. Girls glared at one another hostiley while dudes tried to dance up on them and everyone attempted to impress everyone else. I didn't like how the smoking area wasn't at all separate, it made the whole place rather smoky. And I felt bad for all the people who had paid for tables and bottle service, b/c the tables weren't in any kind of vip area, just mixed in with everything, and my drunk friend kept randomly sitting at them and pouring himself drinks. The cocktail servers could not have cared less. The music wasn't bad, but the DJ had some hardcore a.d.d. and changed songs about every 3.5 seconds, so as soon as you started dancing to something new, you were dancing to something new again, and there was no time to get in any sort of groove. I'd return if it were free, and if I had already had enough to drink to not notice the generally annoying ambience.
