by lauren j. on Just finished recovering from a GNO Saturday night at Sloane. One of the GFs had suggested Sloane, and I had never been there before, so why not? Donnie, the bouncer at the door, definitely hooked it up with the cover...already signaling that it was going to be a good night. Once inside, we were able to get a drink at the bar every time without waiting...including free rounds of pinkish girly shots. The bartender was ridiculously nice...he mustve know its been ages since the girls and I have been out on the town like that. Thank you Mr. Bartender, I didn't catch your name, but you are awesome! We had a great night here (maybe too great)....would definitely come back, i loved the decor and atmosphere...it was intimate but not over crowded. Only thing I didn't like was the bouncer at the end of the night tried to get up to take a towncar back to North Beach for $40 when it only costed us $9 to get there by cab. When we said no thank you, he brushed us off while mumbling "Hmph, good luck getting a cab then". We actually had no problem getting a cab, thankyouvermuch.
by Preston Priewe on U cn gt Stk, chckn, r fsh. Dck 2. Gd fd. Bg crwd. Strng drnks. The logo says it's "Not Your Daddy's Steakhouse" with a photo of a woman with legs up to there wearing red stiletto heels and accessorizing with a piece of meat and a cleaver. Indeed, this place is more aptly described as "Your SugarDaddy's Steakhouse", as it is where one might go to find a modern rat-pack guy with an expense account. I had the opportunity to visit this new restaurant in the Meat-Packing district on Friday night with a group co-workers. The restaurant is huge, sleek and trendy, with a clientele to match. It's equal parts bar, restaurant and lounge, and orchestrating the crowd in this place requires a staff of many, with headsets and all - not unlike a Madonna concert. The sheer volume of patrons demands a huge coat-check - so big the coat-check girl has to take an elevator to get to it. I picture a vault the size of Area 51 and a sea of cashmere-wool blend coats, all in black. Dinner for 9 got us a banquette right in the center of the restaurant. It also offered a special and specific kind of eye-candy - a celebrity sighting. Adam Sandler was seated at the table behind us, with a group of his friends. Yep, me and A.S. kicking it at STK - that's how I roll. The food and drinks are big and decadent, as you might imagine. I enjoyed two RARE STK gin cocktails which were so strong I nearly floated through dinner. We shared many appetizers - and the best ones were the steak tartare, tuna tartare, foie gras...and my absolute favorite, corn pudding. For dinner I had the bone in-ribeye, which was delicious. And huge. Flintstone-car-toppling-over huge. I could only eat half, which felt more like half a cow than half a steak. Our service was great - the waiter was extremely personable and handled our group very well. All of his recommendations were spot-on, which I appreciated. If you feel like going BIG, go to STK. There is nothing subtle about this restaurant, and it celebrates its extravagance in style. The food is very good, and has good choices for both red-meat eaters and their non-red companions. Don't forget to look around when you're there, because there just might be someone famous sitting next to you. Or maybe you're the famous one - it's hard not to feel that way at STK. So hike up that dress, slap on those stilletos and enjoy.
