by Laurie L. on
First off - Their phone number is not correct on rateclubs - Here is the number: 818-761-5176 and they are NOT open at all on Wednesdays. According to their receipts, they will soon be open for breakfast. When you eat there, you receive your receipt with a 20% off discount for food the next time you visit - sweet deal! Also, the signs out front can be confusing. The signs read: Hacienda del Sol, Fine Mexican Food and Sports Bar, Club 2000. Yet on the building itself it says Rusty's Fine Mexican Food. I'd suggest they fix the signs. The club (Club 2000) is in the same building and I'm pretty sure it's related to the restaurant but it is completely separate from where you eat. The club has some really good Salsa Dancers and it gets packed and looks like a lot of fun. I think there is a cover charge to get in on busy nights. Though I think if you eat there before hand you can get in for free or just sneak in. I have not yet actually gone in to dance. I love this place. It's close, there is easy parking, it's never too crowded. The food is average price and very tasty. I LOVE their margaritas! One time the bar tender came over to the table and made our margaritas right there in front of us and it was all fresh squeezed ingredients! I especially enjoy their fajitas. I've split them with a friend both times and we still had leftovers. They have karaoke in the bar section which can get loud so decide which area you'd like to sit in before hand. There is outside seating and another dining room area as well. The staff has always been very friendly with us. Check out my photos. I'd recommend this place to anyone who likes Mexican food. It's fattening of course but so delicious. It's a great place to come with a group or on a date.
by Miriam W. on
YES, THEY ARE RACIST. If you're white, you'll have TONS of fun. These guys can suck my nubbin. I didn't get to see what is, based on the photos, a pathetic inside, due to REVERSE RACISM FROM TWO BLACK BOUNCERS ON FRICKEN OBAMA'S G*DD*MN INAUGURATION DAY. How can two black men turn around and be racist toward an Asian chick ON THE DAY THE FIRST BLACK MAN TO EVER BECOME PRESIDENT OF THE FRIGGIN USA TAKES HIS OFFICE TO ENACT CHANGE? I don't know, but they did, and I kept my mouth shut because I realized, deep down, how truly pathic, stupid, close-minded, arrogant, selfish, and downright ignorant the men at the door were, and knew that someday soon they'd be falling down some stairs and breaking their legs, or contracting syphilis and watching their d*cks fall off, or otherwise experiencing a profound and eviscerating karma that will mar their psyches for the rest of their lives. and they may never read this review, but i hope to god they do, because then they'll KNOW that their mothers OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF THEM. So this is what happened. It's fricken 1/20. Obama is officially in office. Me - a black girl (actually half asian, half black) - and my friend - a Chinese girl born and raised in NYC, are out scouring the town trying to fricken celebrate. We're told by the doorman at STK next door that TenJune will be good but opens at 11:15. So we go wandering and obtain drinks elsewhere. We return to the STK doorman who says, talk to the doormen. THERE IS NO ONE trying to get into the club. It is deserted. It is freezing, it's the arctic butthole of winter, and we're not butt ugly, and we're not haggard or broke down, and we approach. There's a giant teddy bear with a fur-trim hood on his jacket and glasses and a beard. Black. Cute in a teddy bear way. He's accompanied by another black bouncer. Guess what. My girl LOVES BLACK MEN. LOVES THEM. As in, turns into putty and gets excited and happy and flirty and impressed when she encounters a big impressive one. So, as we walk up, girlfriend is THRILLED. We're both in a good mood, hoping to have a good time. We crow, "Happy Obama Day!" They stare at us blankly. They look as if they think we're sucking up to them or something. My friend goes, "Are you guys celebrating? Did you vote for Obama?" We're grinning. The men start fronting. They don't even crack a smile. I go, "Why are you so serious?!" I'm teasing. I smile. The guy just stares back. And then my friend goes, "Did you see the inauguration?!" The big teddy bear with glasses goes, "Yeah." My friend goes, "Did you see Aretha Franklin singing?! Wasn't she awesome?" Teddy Bear goes: "Aretha Franklin didn't sing at the inauguration." At this point, he has a look on his face and a serious attitude like he thinks she thinks he thinks he's stupid, and she's lying, and committing a grave offense - an Asian woman lying about the inauguration to get in good with black bouncers to get into a club. We stare back at him. My friend is suddenly confused and lost. The man is sending out waves of negativity and we are perplexed. She falters. "But ... she sang ... did ... did you watch the inauguration?" The guy backs up. He seems even MORE offended. Like we've questioned their blackness or intelligence, how DARE we. Him and his fellow goes, "Yeah, of course we watched it. Aretha wasn't in it." Awkward silence. Because, SHE WAS IN IT: http://www.mtv.com/new... I go, "How do we get in." He goes, "Talk to that guy." He gestures with his head at this white dude in a bright blue jacket. He's hella far away. I go, "How can I talk to him?" Teddy Bear shrugs and clearly wants to make our night difficult. Goes, in a totally patronizing voice. "You say, 'Excuse me, sir, can I talk to you.'" At this point I'm wishing syphilis on him. Finally Blue Jacket turns around, but as he's walking toward us - get this, TEDDY BEAR AND FRIEND PULLS HIM ASIDE, WHISPERS CRAP IN HIS EAR, and the guy turns around, looks at us, and goes, "Table reservations or guestlist only," turns back around, and walks away. He didn't even come over to us. He then sees some white women and dudes and quickly ushers them through. THAT is what we got from Tenjune on fricken OBAMA DAY. My friend and I were absolutely dumbfounded. Decided it wasn't worth it and although we could AFFORD bottle service and each of us alone makes more than their combined yearly incomes in 6 months, Tenjune was no longer worthy of our glorious presence. And we went over to Marquis and had a fricken blast. But these jerks at Tenjune truly hurt my girl, and that's what pissed me off most of all. Power and ignorance was all they had to keep themselves and their small pen*ses warm and amused that night, and they used it cruelly for no fricken reason. And for that, you sonsowitches, you get this scathing review. You disgust me.
by Beau Gartenmayer on
I've come to Marquee a few times with mixed results. The best experience is coming with my old roommate for one of his work functions (Thank you Stuff Magazine). We ended up watching a lingerie contest (not all that interesting, though it had potential). We then partied in the room underneath the second floor with MJ from the Real World (MTV show) and got hammered. He ended up being a nice guy, even with every person on earth walking up and asking him tons of questions when it seemed like he was trying to have a normal night. Overall, Marquee is a hit or miss. To guarantee entry, look good, bring good looking women, and dress well. Bottle service doesn't hurt...