by Kelly P. on absolutely in love with d'angelo's. if i could afford to go there more often i would certainly be parked right inside, glass of chilled wine in one hand, forkful of something delicious in the other. i always feel like they were waiting for me to come back when i interact with my server. the food is top notch and if you have any troubles at all they will seek to correct it immediately. the upstairs back room is a perfect spot for an anniversary dinner, in my opinion. and as a student, i can tell you your parents will be impressed, so make them take you when they come to town! ;)
by Aud V. on The guys that run this place are dolls. My amazing hubby Miguel V. planned a surprise party for me here a few years ago. The surprise bday party wasnt just for me, it was for me and 4 of my best friends who all have january birthdays. They flew in from Boston, and 2 from Houston so the pressure was on! they let him rent out to place on a weekend, starting around 8 for a few hours, they helped him plan the catering which was from Sauce (their sister company and coincidentally my favorite restaurant) and my mom. She brought dozens of my favorite peanut butter cupcakes. After about 10 the regular crowd starting showing up, but the entire night was just a blast. We had a few of the benchy areas reserved for our party, we took over the photo booth and had excellent service and treatment all night long. thank you Shine for a wonderful 26th birthday party!! (sorry for the few years delayed review)
by Shantell Lamper on So to start this let me say that I think I may still be drunk. And it's noon. B double O. :'( Sadly, this drunkenness was not brought to me by the bartenders at Tequila Rain no no. Not a one of them could get over to us. The bartenders upstairs at the super boring Jillian's/Lucky Strike bar took care of us all night (ha ha bitch who cut in line only to wait longer). Let's see...what's good? Umm, well it's a large venue. It's clean in a cursory sort of way. Large dance floor. And bad? $5 cover? Come on now. Throw a fucking fan in here or something. Jesus. It was HOT. I mean I was sweating like it was July in Park Street Station there. Yes, I'm a sexy bitch. Sweat dripping from the ceiling? GROSS. Also, the ceiling drips were black. That's not good either. The bathroom was trashed and the poor valet couldn't keep up. Bust out a mop or something. The sound system is whack. The dance floor is gimongous and the system weak. No bueno. Maybe it was the lack of ventilation in there but my voice was squeaky upon leaving and today I feel like I smoked a pack of cigarettes. I don't smoke. Hot. If I get emphysema or some shit I'm coming back for you Tequila Rain. Mark my words. If Fenway bars are your thing you may like it. Otherwise don't bother.
