322 Lakeside Avenue
Laconia, NH 03246
Belknap County
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by Georgianna Goldsmith on This is another "Don't Believe The Hype" Steak As a part of what I have come to think about as "operation cheesesteak" in my head, I am going to as many hyped and non-hyped steak places as my heart can handle. I base my rating ONLY on the taste of steak that has been pared down to it's most essential of elements: Bread, Steak and Provolone Cheese (I can't do artificial cheese, sorry folks). I only go when I'm starving, and I usually eat half in my car and half at home. Today I got that hunger pang, and to Geno's I went. Geno's steak is a mediocre steak. Edible, but mediocre. Don't get me wrong, the establishment has a glitzy facade, and a cheesesteak turf war that is unrivaled ... but the steak itself is just average. The construction of the steak is sliced meat on top of sliced provolone on a bun. The steak was good, but not spectacular. I can forgive having cheese that's not melted throughout when you're working with steak slices, but I do like when the meat is hot enough to melt the cheese. This was not the case with my steak. And the bread was okay ... but not incredible either. The mediocrity remained after the steak cooled off. Tony Luke's is still killing it, so far. Despite that, I will say that in my opinion, Geno's is a better steak than Pat's for 3 reasons: #1 No gristle in the meat (if you've read any of my other reviews, you know that's a dealbreaker for me). #2 It was not ridiculously greasy like Pat's steak was. #3 At 8.50, it was a bigger steak than Pat's provides at the same price. Turf war, solved.
by Jena S. on There were mustaches everywhere hoping to get ridden. This should have been Zion but then I remembered... its the center of Hollywood. Suddenly my douchebag meter was on the fritz. The gala itself was an amazing one. The venue was filled to the brim with men who paid dudes for Movember. It was sensory overload in itself but that's another story. This was the perfect event for my partner in crime who was complete with his amazing stachings (he had dudes hitting on him left and right which would have been great had that been his thing) and top hat. So many costumed and grizzly boys. It was the convergence of the real and the smoke and mirrors of Hollywood. I saw him standing there in suspenders, cabbie hat, token mustache, white shirt, black dress pants and glasses. Forgive me my dear cute gent, but it was so loud I could barely hear you. When going to a place like this, go with a group of friends... as said gent did. You will enjoy the evening that much more (as I did the last time I came here with a big group of friends)... which is why I bumped this rating up to a 3. In full disclosure: this is not my normal "scene." While I am very "Ramona Flowers"... my aloofness was that much higher last night. I saw him standing there in suspenders, cabbie hat, token mustache, white shirt, black dress pants and glasses. Forgive me my dear cute gent, but it was so loud I could barely hear you. And I honestly can't remember your name to even write about but I do hope you googled for mine. The dance floor is massive. The club has 3 bars on the first floor alone. Waitresses and other workers there are your standard club mix. There's nothing that stands out about this place as compared to just about any other club in LA it seems. Journey started to play. Combined with my 3rd drink of whiskey, it gave me the courage to ask him to dance. He took my hand and followed me through a sea of stubble. And while he didn't look terribly out of place there, he and I were both out of our element a little bit. "I don't come to clubs very often. I asked a bunch of friends to come out but they were busy... It's hard to tell who's a douchebag Ed Hardy shoe wearing guy trying to get laid here vs who's real and rad and/or a pervert. I'm trying to find the real and rad guys and if they're perverts, that's just a bonus." The music stopped as we finally found a spot. It wasn't a good place to talk. I should have given him my number. Last night turned into somewhere in between a missed connection and an amazing or horrific rateclubs/dating review. Dear hot suspendered gent of last night this is the short curly redhaired girl with the roller derby hoodie and derby hat, mustached ascot and red red lips. I hope you find me... whether its here or at one of those whiskey bars we both are more in favor of. I'd love to talk to you in a more real setting. However for all of you wanting a bit of club action: enjoy. Bring friends. Lots of friends. Your fanciest clothes. And a big pocketbook. With high priced drinks and parking to match it's exactly what you see on tv and more.
