by Jennifer L. on A big FUCK YOU to the Jack Sparrow wannabe bartender who took honestly a good 10 minutes to serve me. Ridiculous! First my friend went to him after I just arrived to order me a Hennessey/coke to which he replies "Ya like I would serve that.." Pompous prick, so I order a Johnny/coke. Later I go back to him because his side is the least crowded--DUH, RED LIGHTS should've been going off. Anyways, he was preoccupied chit chatting with the girl next to me which fine, you wanna work your game, I get it. But after the completely ignores me and serves 2 other parties on either side of me that definitely came AFTER I did. Meanwhile my friend A is chatting with the guy next to her and he finally gets Sparrows attention and orders the drinks for us. And he offers to pay for the drinks when Sparrow, seeing my friend A's cc out says "NO, don't, she's paying for it" and takes her card from her hand. You need to be fired and use some of that tip money to get yourself a haircut because you are certainly no Johnny Depp.
by Heather W. on Maybe because I'm a South Beach native, I'm used to a different vibe, but this place takes itsself waaaay too seriously. It's nice, sure. Walls made of fake gold skeletons...well it's novel, but impressive? Uh, not quite the word I'd use. I took a photograph for an online travel journal and one of the servers came, touched me (BIG no-no) and said, "Dahhhhling, no pictures." Yeah. Okay. This is a bar (a lounge, actually), not Fort Knox. Whole different kind of gold here people. Yeah, yeah, I get wanting to keep the riff raff out, but honestly. Give me a break. The place itsself is very pretty, but other than that, I'd spend my money -and my time - elsewhere.
