107 East South Avenue
Hudson, KS 67545
Stafford County
Phone: (620) 458-3978
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by Michael M. on Even knowing the pretension level here was going to be high I was still disappointed in this overpriced Starr joint. From the snooty hostesses that informed me that I could not be seated until my party was ready (they were finishing cigarettes outside) I could tell this place was not going to entrance me. We opted to sit at the bar as the hanging wicker chairs did not appear to be made for men of our stature. Plummeting to the ground and being struck on the head by some bolt pulled loose may give some visions of workmen's comp, but not me, thanks! Yeah, the look is kitschy in that 1960's jetson's sort of way. The tang astronaut cocktail was well received by one of my friends, and the Bacon Bloody Mary was something I predicted a while back and have been surprised to see show up so slowly. Too spicy for some, and of course if you ask them to make one not as spicy all you get is a blank stare and 'It's pre-made'. Wow! Way to be a bartender! If I ask for something beyond a shot and beer will your head freaking explode? Actually, that might be more exciting than anything else served here that's for sure. The bathrooms have large mirrors that act as one way glass so you can see IN to the bathrooms. Now, not being a shy type I personally didn't mind, but in this age of cell cameras everywhere this does seem creepy. I understand Starr loves the whole 'shared bathroom we're all adults' concept, but wow. The other concept that goes quickly downhill is the beaded metal curtain behind the urinals. It provides a modicum of privacy as you're 'occupied' but then you walk through it to get to the sink. Ok, now follow my hospital trained cross contamination train of thought here. Drunk dude goes in, whips it out, sprinkles everywhere, turns, USES HANDS TO MOVE BEADED CURTAIN, etc. You now have to walk through said baptized curtain to get to the urinals. Yes, Bleah, now you understand why I was skeeved out by it versus 'wow isn't that cool'. And don't even try to tell me they have someone who cleans it. No star employee gets paid enough to stand there and wipe a damn bead curtain down with Lysol. So, go for the 1960's futuristic vibe, the see and be seen environment, some peeping, but not for the food or drinks. Oh, and bring purell. Yuck.
by Jeni Khairallah on This place almost made me cry (in the "No, Virginia, there is NO Santa Claus" way). Fortuitously, I was forced to go here two nights in a row for two totally unrelated events. The first night was in honor of my friend who was visiting New York from L.A., after moving there from the East Village for almost 3 years now. 40 C is the new location for the "TRASH" party that was previously located at Rifi and infamously popular circa 2005. What once was one of our very favorite hipster dance-off pants-off venues, is now both familiar and unfamiliar in all the wrong ways. A single glowing red light marks the outside of this establishment, alongside the ubiquitous red velvet ropes of a cheesy nightclub. The sight of these barriers immediately set off an alarm in my head: ABORT PLAN! ABORT PLAN! Alas, it was too late. The music was the exact same playlist (a big yawn for 2008), but the crowd and the enthusiasm was not. Years before at Rifi, I one time literally got a black eye from all the ardently flaying limbs of the crowd. Today, this party is awkwardly lackluster. The next night was for a gay-friendly dance party entitled "The Family." It was not until we rolled up to the same red lit door did I realize it was the same location as the previous evening. Same issues: no passion, lame dance music. This place DOES gets one point for playing the 90's dance hit "Whyyy waste my time? You know you're goin' me mine" that is my not-so-secret guilty pleasure. However, depressingly realizing this once-cool-now-a-novelty neighborhood is now a shadow of its past glory, it made me think: "Yes! WHY waste my time? ... F*** this, I'm going to HUGS in Williamsburg."
