by Juan C. on I can easily see myself becoming a regular here, liked everything about the joint. For starters the music was great, and it was not too loud to the point where you could not hear. The joint was clean and very welcoming, it wasn't jammed packed, and the crowd was not the type like you would find in an old western movie where everybody is ready to brawl. Instead the place gave out an excellent vibe with a cool crowd. Our waitress was very attentive, and very cute, oh yeah they had several tables of beer pong!!! Yep i will be back.
by Nadia D. on Let's see...what can I say about 1 Oak. Well let's start by saying that the doorguy(s) is a complete asshole...so be prepared. I really advise you come either alone or with only 1 other person, preferrably of the opposite sex. Must be Hot or You're not getting in. Just how it works. The drinks are truly overpriced, but it's an overall great time once you're in and enjoying the music. They have a small spot in the back where you can smoke cigarettes so that's definite plus. I happen to like this place so I gave it an A-OK. Good Luck! xo
by Tayna Splawn on Worst night of my life...no joke. I had never been here before because mostly anyone who went told me how terrible it was, but last weekend we decided to go because a friend's bday was going on. Well ... we did a little drinking before hand, get to the door, of course have to pay the cover (which I had all ready prepared myself for, or else $20 would mean turning around, yelling some drunk obsenity and leaving) and in we went. Well, it looked shitty, smelled shitty, and was shitty. But the reason it was the worst night of my life is because I was roofied, drugged, dosed, ghosted..whatever. I know this does happen at clubs, but usually from some super creep at the bar, however, I am almost 100% sure it was the f'in bartender. Let me explain...in short My friend goes to the bar and orders us a shot of tequila each. As I go to pick up my friends shot and give it to him, I knock mine over and the bartender sees this. I am embarassed but I ask nicely if I can just get a shot of well tequila, and he obliges with no sounds of frustration or anything. I see him pour the new shot, I take it, and turn around to talk with friends. About 1 minute later I get a tap on my shoulder, and turn around to find the bartender with an all ready poured shot of tequila that he offers me for free. (In my mind I am thinking WTF, I mean I'm not gay, he doesn't seem into me like he were gay, why is this dude giving me some free shit...oh well...its free shit so down it goes.) The next ten minutes are the last ten minutes I remember from that night. I woke up the next day at 2:30Opm..in my bed (thank god!), my butt didnt hurt nor did I pee at some crazy angle (thank god again), but my face was fucked up. I guess I face planted, no hands out, on the pavement. So with a busted face and blacked out memory....PLEASE don't go to Suite 181. I'm just a normal dude, I can only imagine how fast a good looking girl would get drugged... You've been warned.
