by Esteban Bellanger on A love old buildings with a lot of detail. I wish I could go back in time to see how people came up with such beautiful structure. Why do we love those glossy, sleak chrome blank walls now? It's so... modern. Heh. They have superb wood carved walls and high ceilings with a chic chandalier as the focal point of the venue. Intimate enough to form a nice cozy crowd, but not too compact where everyone is stuck under an armpit. There were plenty of walking space and well placed water coolers in case your favorite performer makes you hyperventilate. The upstairs is pretty neat, but only the seats right next to the edge are worth sitting at. Otherwise, you might as well listen to a radio because you cant see the stage anything pass the balcony area. Drinks are decent (ie. not watered down) and food looked edible for a non-restaurant type of place. But the draw (aside from your fav band) is the building itself. Rich browns, darkened mirrors, well placed worn out floors, and vaulted ceilings for ample raising of the roof! I hope they never tear down this SF gem, so that all visitors get a chance to go back into time and see how the flappers boogied in their hey-day.
by Vishal D. on Came for the food and the party- It's your standard swanky modern Indian spot. They do pack on the spice if you ask them to which is nice. My entree- the Hyderabadi murgh, wasn't great or anything, but otherwise people mostly enjoyed the food. Around 11 PM they move the tables aside, shut the lights and the DJ comes on. Drinks here are $10-$11 no matter what it seems. So at those prices don't water them down. The dance floor crowd was a little unorganized. Lot of people bumping into each other to get to the bar. Must've been hit in the back 100 times. Kind of like a disorganized Indian wedding. I'm surprised there was no fight.
by Gretchen T. on I am so clever sometimes. Having been to Austin several times before, I appointed myself the ringleader of my five or so male coworkers also in town at a conference with me last week. We started casually enough at the Belmont, then danced to 80s music on the roof at Six. My hottie Austinite girlfriend even joined us, and there might have been a jaager shot or six, so by the time I suggested they follow me to one of my favorite local gay bars for some dancing, they didn't know what hit them! I rolled in first, followed my cadre of engineers, and sidled up to the sweet bartender and said, "These are my bitches and we are THIRSTY!" I thought he was going to pee his (short) pants laughing. He quickly made us a round of free pink shots. These boys being as smart as they are pretty quickly figured out that they weren't exactly in a Austin dive bar with a nice jam band and started shifting nervously. "C'mon, it's time to dance to some REAL music!" commands their Captain following the siren song of house music on the dance floor. Troopers all, they played through for several minutes--at least until I got "encouraged" down off the speakers by the bouncer and it was time for all of us to find a new venue anyway.
