by robyn h. on Sigh.....I will NOT give Ms. Tootsie's a bad review, even though PRICE-WISE, it's kind of warranted!!!! This place is entirely too expensive!!! I can't stand paying that kind of money for something I can get from my Grandmom's kitchen for FREE!!! LOL Ms. Tootsie's ONLY saving grace is that the food is pretty damn good. We've been here a few times, (each time GRUMBLING over how much we're spending) but when it comes to food, Ms. Tootsie's DELIVERS. I love the fish and the mac and cheese, and the sweet tea is some of the best I've had!! The place gets too crowded, which can be annoying. I can't STAND hearing other people's conversations!!!! LOL. Parking is a pain too, which is to be expected in that area.... but for me, it's a nuisance. When I'm hungry, I don't feel like wasting time looking for a parking spot.
by alisa a. on 12am: arrive at marquee and find a line full of young 20 somethings and old 40 somethings in white pantsuits. ponder if you are in fact in front of marquee, check the signs on the line rails and suppress irritation that you spent an hour getting ready when 40 year old women can stand in line with you wearing white pantsuits (seriously). 12:30am: get to the front of the line and you and your girlfriends are told that it's $30 cover each, even for girls. throw a hissy fit, get inside the club for free. 12:35am: beeline to the bar to get the strongest drink you can order to make the debacle of waiting outside less painful 12:40am; find out that your redbull vodka cost $18 and the minimum credit card charge at the bar is not $18. pray that you don't forget to close your tab later that night and walk around 12:50am: appreciate the decorations and the sheer size of the club. two dance floors and plenty of lush couches to rest your dancing feet on (provided you make chummy with the groups who got table service) 1:30am: $100 into your tab and suddenly the flashing lights and deafening hip hop is the best thing that's ever happened to you. look up at the "stage" towards the back of the ground floor dance space and realize that waitresses are carrying bottles of champagne and sparklers to the table where an NBA player is celebrating his birthday. Random. 1:50 am: stand up at the top dance floor and look to another table with sparklers and bottles of champagne where another b-list celebrity is celebrating his birthday. wonder how many more times they're going to stop the music to make more useless birthday announcements. 2am: the club is packed and the only room you now have to yourself is a 1 inch bubble to keep space between you and the blazer clad, blackberry carrying, collared-shirt 30 something crew 3am: realize that your best friend just ripped her brand new rock and republic jeans straight down the middle thanks to her vigorous dancing skills. attempt to safety pin the tear, stab your friend by accident because you are now $140 into your tab and realize you all should go home. 3:30 am: make your way to the door after encountering every promoter that exists in the new york city area and realize that the line outside is just as long as it was at midnight. 4am: sit at home and think that this was one of the most new york defining moments: glamorous overpriced club, ecclectic crowd, b-list celebrities, and a memorable night.
by Gwyneth Brogglin on I would like to start off with: the male bartender there for the night was great. The place is really an "underbar" I think it should be called under the Marriott. When you go in it's part cave, with shells and a wavy linoleum. Being there took me to stories I heard when I worked as a waitress at a club called the Backdoor Ultra Lounge that was run by a Greek cokehead. The bar back told me in the hay-day of the Backdoor ( I know, what an awful name), that lots of drugs and porn action going ons occurred. I could imagine all this at the Underbar back in olden times. The best part of the Underbar I must say is the women's bathroom. Why? 1. There is a one way window where sex pervs can look inside, drooling at girls trying to get their pop-drop and lock it down. 2. The bathroom stalls were fully enclosed for the private getting it on staging area for people in the transition of not able to wait until going home. 3. The toilet sensors for automatic flush were broken off, I assume from too much of the number 2 (look above), not pooping, because women going to clubs don't do that. Although most were broken, when I returned later in the evening to use the bathroom, the toilet magically flushed somehow. I think everyone should have an Underbar experience. PS: M.A.N.D.Y. played that night PPS: I saw a girl with braces there. She looked 18.
