366 Pleasant Street
Ashland, MA 01721
Middlesex County
Phone: (508) 881-9892
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by Dana F. on Jenn B. was kind enough to invite me for a girl's night out...bowling! Of course, there would be some eating and drinking in between. You have two choices on how to pay for your bowling: per hour (unlimited games) or per game. We decided to bowl per game and have a couple of drinks. Our waitress was really nice and conversant and the drinks were much stronger than the time I was here for a corporate party (surprise, surprise). From all of that bowling, we worked up an appetite so we headed over to the lounge area, which is pretty swanky for a bowling alley. The first thing our waitress at the lounge did, before we even ordered anything, except water, was take the credit card to open a tab. How rude. She kept pressuring us to order drinks. "Do you want more WATER?" We were her only table in the place, but it still took her forever to come over, clear our plates, etc. We waited over 20 minutes between dinner and dessert! Oh, and the music was really weird - it was like Family Values Tour 1998 and TRL circa 1997. What made me really sad was that the busboy was more attentive than she was - HE was the one running to refill our water glasses and get us more milk for our milk and cookies, meanwhile she is pocketing most, if not all, of that tip. It was a fun night with the girls though, so I really can't complain!
by Lizeth Raisley on Okay, on Sundays this place used to be poppin! I haven't been in a long time due to how "SCENE" it got but I do remember when all of the street wear cats like Diamond, Hundreds and Huf could all be found here. Just as most Hollywood spots that used to be low key and poppin, This one too got played out.
by Cynthia C. on I've been in a fog the last few days and when my mind starts churning about how I will compose my next review, then I know I'm on the fast track to recovery. My non-rateclubing bud accompanied me to the Elite event on 1/24 and we arrived an hour and a half BEFORE the start of supper. We were greeted with the sound of glass breaking, which would continue at a consistent basis throughout the evening. The statuesque hostess was very friendly and explained she would need to hold a credit card. She placed a round sticker, which corresponded with my credit card, directly on my right boob and applied pressure. Strange. The reservationist told us the supper seating was at 7pm. Holy hell. We were starving, so we headed to the deserted round bar, I ordered a water with lemons and my friend opted for a virgin drink. Can't go wrong with the water, but the drink was more like a watered down, overly tangy lemonade. We went incognito for the evening, as we arrived pre-rateclub staff, so no nametags, so it seemed as though we had crashed the party. I thought the space was gorgeous: disco balls hung strategically, red and black decor in the front rooms, and then a shock of white in the dining room. Everything felt clean and well maintained. The sheets and pillows were fluffed and starched. Upside to arriving early: you get primo seating. Centered on the second floor to all the entertainment downstairs, including the kitchen, which was reminiscent of Iron Chef or Top Chef. Very cool. Do NOT wear stilettos here: gawdzooks!!! Every chick here got their heel stuck while walking. My calf muscles were constantly flexed b/c I was forced to walk on the balls of my feet. It was actually quite amusing to watch some of the gals trying to be sexy and slinky while dancing on the grates and then getting their heel caught. By that point, no one cared, everyone was drunk. Why was I nursing my drink may you ask? I was fighting the cold I possess right now. Post rateclub Elite event, I completely lost my voice, took a day off work, and spent the weekend in bed. Drinks: Don't order the Blackberry martini, very tart, and grainy. Go with the muddled cucumber drink, very fresh and not too sweet. The liquor is poured generously here. Grub can be characterized as Californian or New American. Food: Salad: Very good, too much Parmesan. Enjoyed the light citrus dressing Ahi: no knife was provided and it was definitely needed, a fork did not cut through fibrous muscle tissue. The grittiness of the black pepper did not work at all and it was just too salty. Also, many people do not eat raw fish, so I think this was a poor choice to put into a prix fixe menu. Soup: fan of cauliflower, fan of soup, but this soup was boring, blah and just way too much of the same thing kobe: meat was very good, but again too salty, enjoyed the sweet potatoes, but it was not a very good flavor combo with the beef. We bailed before the dessert even made it's way to our table. C'mon, 10:45pm and still no sweets!?!? Our server was wonderful and very friendly. He sported a fedora, oversized shades, rocked the shirtless look and was more schlacked then most of the gals in attendance. All the staff we encountered were warm and hospitable, surprising for high-end nightlife in SF. The bar in the main room could definitely be redesigned for a larger crowd in mind, as it was very difficult to maneuver through the hoards of Elite during our exit. Would I come back? Yes!!! The music is not necessarily what I would chose, but it works for this environment, I felt like I was transported to some modern club overseas. Reminded me of BED in Bangkok. I would not dine here again, maybe just order simple appetizers, because when I'm paying more than $40 for a meal, I would like to have a decent conversation w/my companions. The club gets 4.5 stars and the food a paltry 2.75 stars.
