1137 N Hamilton Rd
Gahanna, OH 43230
Franklin County
Phone: (614) 471-7020
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by Meggan Opp on KiloWATTS UP??? No cover! Classy people! Basking in the ambiance! What more could a birthday boy ask for? Not much. Here's our experience: We got there at 9:30 PM, but we know that next time we should arrive at 9 or earlier. That behemoth of a line eventually wrapped around the block. Our only consolation was that the line was longer behind us than in front of us. In the words of Nelson Muntz, "Haw haw!" One bouncer was about to kick our friend's boyfriend out for wearing sneakers. We asked Mr. Bouncer if there was a place in the area that sold dress shoes at that hour. In turn, he asked the people who owned the Cuban Cigar shop next door and luckily they had a pair to sell him at a reasonable price. Wow. Good looking out. For all you shoecart vendors, this is the place to set up shop. Jose looks out for you! We finally got in by 11:15 PM. When we descended the huge square staircase, we noticed how spaced out everyone was, which confirmed our theory that they purposely kept the line long to attract people. It wasn't stuffy at all. 4 out of 5 people bumping into you and pardoning themselves is not bad, especially since my friend saved her dress from total soakage. There was a mixture of different people there. ...and also quite a few cute girls who seemed approachable. Again, the theme of that night was, "unpretentious," which is a total departure from most Hollywood A-List Celebrity Come-See-How-Good/Plastic-I-Look bars and lounges. The bartenders were attentive and cordial. I was amused by some of the ladies on staff who wore flapper dresses. Some drunk guy hung out with a bunch of girls in a corner booth and was extremely sloppy. He fell, tossed his drink across the seats (glass shattered on the floor) and his girlfriend tried picking him up. They kept laughing as if Thomas Edison himself told them a "knock-knock" joke. They both booked it for someplace to hide and flapper staff flocked to the scene looking for them. I know what you're thinking. "Party foul," indeed; but a classy party foul cuz he was wearing a shirt and tie. Projectors showcased 1920s - 1930s silent films featuring Charlie Chaplin on the brick walls. There were plenty of visible old school light bulbs, lamps, cylindrical power generators throughout the interior layout. In contrast, there were a lot of inviting leather chaise chairs, sofas, and tables you could readily set your drinks and small bites upon. The communal fountain-like sink near the restrooms fit in real swell. Speaking of which, my friends saw a girl leave the restroom without washing her hands. She went up to her boyfriend and squeezed his face with her hands leaning in for a kiss. You know what? I bet you she wore a pretty dress. The DJ played a few swing songs and several people were having a good time swing dancing (Is that what it's called? Swinging? Dancing to swing music?). Their drink list had an ample amount of absinthe, scotch, mixed drinks, and wine to choose from. I had a Glenfidditch 12 Year Old Scotch, which ran about $12. Smooooooooooth. There was a smoking area on the ground level, which closed about a half hour before the venue's closing. Don't worry, be happy. They have vintage items up there too like a shoeshine station, more comfy chairs, and ashtrays. This is Steampunk at its best. L.A. needs more lounges like this. Heck, Southern California needs more bars like this. I can easily spend the whole night here exploring the vast space, or hanging out with 12 of my closest friends, or it could be the perfect starting point to someplace grand. The vibe was cooler than a cool cat and jivier than a jive turkey. To think, it was a Saturday.. I had a sophisticated yet chill time. Fresh to def, I will be back! It doesn't take a genius to figure that out!
by Jonnie Brad on Although it's been a good couple of years since I've eaten a cheesesteak I figured I know enough about these places to get some good facts across. so here goes: 1) Unless a long and obnoxious line takes you to a roller coaster, the concert of a lifetime, or a truly epic event, it probably isn't going to be worth waiting in. So if you see a long line for a sandwich don't bother, ESPECIALLY if your waiting for this pile of junk. 2) Most real Philadelphians find wiz to be quite disgusting. Hell it's probably toxic in nature. Fortunately though if it's a legit cheesesteak establishment you should be able to order yours "wit" American or provolone cheese. 3) Contrary to popular cheesesteak ordering belief, "wit wiz" actually isn't English. So will you please stop being an ass clown Joey Vento? 4) Fact of the matter is that unless we're drunk enough to the point that we end up regretting our food choices the next morning, most real Philadelphians don't bother with Geno's or Pat's. Go to Tony Lukes, Steaks On South, John's Roast Pork, hell ANY other sandwich shop here that serves a cheesesteak, and your bound to find something a lot better. And you might not even have to bother with a line or a server with bad attitude while you do so. so do yourself a favor and don't believe the hype that comes with this place.
