by Palka K. on Won't go back.. Horrible service from the same blond manager who watched while my friend was getting harassed physically from some out of control guy. Same guy harassed another friend later. She just watched while we asked for help .. There are other places in the Castro .. Not worth it.
by T S. on One of the best places to be in the summer! Built in 1929, this is a historic lightship (one of 13 remaining from more than 100 built). The US Coast Guard used lightships as floating lighthouses to guard other ships that were too far from land to be served by a lighthouse on shore. The crew was stationed aboard ship for three months, followed by two months of shore leave. It was said to be a job "filled with months of boredom followed by minutes of pure fear". (Sounds like most jobs right now.) The Frying Pan spent three years at the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay before being salvaged and brought to Chelsea Piers. Now it is a blast to explore its barnacle-encrusted interior (complete with catwalks and an exposed engine room). The front quarters often serve as dj lounge while live acts use the stage in the dark belly of the ship. On the pier, a tiki bar serves up booze and burgers, and a 16-foot observation plank offers a fantastic view of the Hudson. Cash Only Read more at my blog: http://iheartnycbars.w...
by Elmer Robotham on HAHAHAH....You Douche Bag! So, it's hard to give anything 2 stars. I mean, if it's that bad, why isn't it just 1 star. Well, it gets the additional star for two reasons. 1) This place gave me a story! 2) They let me in with a long line in front for no reason. (Explanation to come) Now for the story... I had taken some clients out for dinner at Geisha House and the night was starting off great! (See Geisha House review for preface). The night was going well, we were all sauced up and headed to Cahuenga because they wanted to go bar hopping and it was the closest place that had a ton of bars. So as the seven of us walked out of Geisha House, we noticed a long line in front of a club. The club was Mood. Living in L.A. my whole life, I had seen these long lines and always laughed at the suckers standing in them to wait for a lame ass club so we just kept walking. The group that I was with happen to be all from Latin America. I can say they were fairly attractive Brazilian, Argentinean and Mexican guys and girls. They were also a group that were no strangers to partying it up and having a good time and I think people could see it in our eyes. So as we walked by Mood, the bouncer took one look at us, pointed at our group and said, "You're in!" I told them, that this doesn't happen very often and although I wasn't planning on going to Mood, we should probably take this opportunity. So we did. Before I go any further, please let me set the scene. I walked into a club that looked like a convention of people found on this site: http://www.hcwdb.com/ Anyways...We funneled in and started getting...oh man, am I really going to say this?..Okay, we started getting jiggy with it. So there we are, all on the dance floor tearing it up when all of a sudden these two little girls walked by not paying attention and bumped into me and one of the girls I was with. They spilled there drinks and proceed to screech in the most annoying voices I have ever heard...,"Oh my God, I can't believe you spilled our drinks!" My first reaction was are you freaking kidding me? But I'm just not like that, so I picked up the glass and handed it to them. They then said...I don't want that, it's all done. So, I decided to be a gentleman and asked what they were drinking. I headed to the bar to get their drinks. I ordered their drinks and then all of a sudden felt a tap on my shoulder. Bare with me...the guy who tapped my shoulder looked similar to (click Old No. 7 on this site http://www.hcwdb.com/) If for some reason you can't figure out what this guy looked like, Ill help. The dude was HUGE and looked like an absolute moron. This is how the conversation went Tool: Hey Man Me: Yeah Tool: You bumped into my girl and spilled her drink Me: Actually she bumped into my friends and spilled her drink on them Tool: Yeah, you bumped into her and need to buy her a new drink Me: I'm actually buying her a drink and her friend a drink although she spilled hers on my friends Tool: I don't care; you better get her a drink Me: Um, I think that is what I just said. Tool: Yeah, you better The tool smiles and walks away. While I'm standing there looking for the closest object that I might have to use just incase something goes down and by some chance I don't get knocked out by this dudes first punch. After that the night was kinda buzz killed so we left but not before the girls got their drinks, with a little added ingredient. I know I shouldn't hold the crowd against Mood but you are what you eat and it seems that Mood eats Douche bags!
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