10115 USHighway 50 East
Carson City, NV 89706
Carson City County
Phone: (775) 246-7022
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by Young P. on Lunch portions are great but if you plan on going for dinner, make sure you have a pre-snack or a post-meal planned as well. We took our friend out for her birthday and then ended up going to GENO's afterwards b/c we were still hungry. Mind you, we eat a lot but not so much that we can have a whole cheesesteak after a pretty expensive meal... The lettuce wrap w/ peanut sauce is good and I forget what else we got... All in all, food is done well. Our waiter was a lil loopy but who isn't nowadays.
by Norris Kukahiko on This place is a joke! Anybody associated with this venue lacks organizational business skills, and etiquette. Parking, Food, Management, and overall experience is poor-at-best...
by Daniel V. on To preface this with a spot of honesty, I'm going to admit I'm not big on clubs in the first place. I'm sort of socially abrasive by nature, which means most of the clubbing experience is automatically lost on me. The meat-market superficial flirtations and boring, lurching attempts at innuendo I see most of my fellow men attempting to trick women out of their underwear with make me feel like going castrato, except I do treasure my balls, so never mind that. A friend of mine had a release party up there, and obligatorily I arrived dressed to the nines and expecting a reasonable application of noise, light, and interest. Instead I was bombarded with shitty mash-ups that sounded like a nineteen-year-old's first experience on a turn-table, a disco ball that must have had a previous life as some sort of trash can, and was surrounded by pink-wearing fake-titted high-heeled strumpets who immediately latched onto me like sexual remoras and tried to steal me away from my girlfriend, who would have knifed me in the eye if I'd gone along with them anyway. Not that I would have, if anything I dislike getting hussy all over my good suit jackets. As the night progressed the club got crowded with all manner of people. The one star this place earns is for the guy with the wheelchair whirling around the crowd; props to that mad cripple trying to get his swerve on. Shine on, you crazy diamond. But that lone star is almost snatched away immediately by a crippling array of disinterested bar dancers with the expressions of coma patients, shitty free drinks that tasted like someone transplanted rum into a jolly rancher, and music that got progressively louder up until the point where I could almost feel Jay-Z going "yeah" around forty times a minute in the back of my skull. The best part of the night in that club wasn't the free drinks or the further consolidation of my personal assurance that I'm sexually attractive by being the hussy-flower's first choice, but rather going outside for a smoke. Also, I was just curious, what was the point of so much security? To be honest I felt like some sort of political official was going to be coming through and breaking down the boogie, but rather it turned into a nightmare jungle of bad music, horny idiots with protruding brows, and classless sluts catering to the crowd. If you need that much security for horny morons, you might as well just have rape kits in the bathroom. Horrible place, to be honest. I won't be going back.
