402 East Market Street
Iowa City, IA 52245
Johnson County
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by Theresa C. on I love meeting girlfriends at Ecco for a night out. It is also a great place to eat before seeing a show at The Fox. I highly recommend the wine selection and there is not a bad table in the house. Definitely utilize the valet parking since there is little parking on the street.
by Brendon Mcgavock on After many years of traversing the nightlife of San Francisco I finally made my way to the Endup, the famous after-hours local where Michel Foucault was known to gather his conquests in the back and take them roughly (the man theorized about 'power', of course he was an aggressive lay). I found myself much disappointed by what I discovered. Let us begin with the 20-dollar cover; a price that people pay because of the monopoly this place has on afterhours clubs in the city. Once I entered, here is what I found: Far from the hopping place where the SF party-goers wind up at the end of the night from all walks of life (which the name suggests), what I found was a dark and smoky room with loud repetitive music (which I admit I am biased against and respect all musical tastes) and a bunch of wasted, coked-out or tweeking men. It became instantly clear to me: If you are a gay man, and you have not found someone to go home with by the end of the night, go to the Endup. I had just come from the Castro and was a little fed up. True, there is nothing wrong with cruising, whatsoever, but it should, at least be known upon entry, that unless you are on some psychotropic substance I doubt you will have a good time. Furthermore, there is a San Francisco City ordinance that prohibits the sale of alcohol between 2-6 am, which means that all you can buy at the bar is energy drinks, to keep you going if you are experiencing a lull and the loud thumping from the speakers is not keeping you alive. I would note that the night I went might have been anomalous and that other nights might be off the hook. But, hey, it's a review site for a reason, and there are plenty of other opinions to draw on!
by Mckenzy G. on So, me and my two friends arrive at the "Sucka Club" yesterday night to meet a party of elite gentlemen, with the expectations of enjoying a night of white chocolate wrestling while sharing good times in a great atmosphere. Oh boy, were we wrong. Our party has already explored at the establishment, and we get a call, which notifies us to arrive promptly. So as usual, we start the night early with a couple of vodka shots, then head over to the Sucka Club. Not even 10 seconds after walking through their so called exclusive dinning area, we're approached by a host who is extremely rude. Before we could even blurb the name of the party that we were dining with she immediately tells us that if we aren't paying to eat, we have to leave, of go into the common area. Maybe its because we were the youngest individuals there for the venue. I mean, its not our fault that we can actually afford to party with the big business boyz. Hum..., but thats not all! The girl looked like one of the "burnt raisins" that you would find at the bottom of the box and just chuck in the trash. Shit you wouldn't even feed to the dog. So technically, if your ugly, you should bear an outstanding personality, but this wasn't the case. Simply put, she was being a stuck up bitch and didn't realize that she should curb herself, due to the fact that we had to deal with the scrutiny of having to look at her in general. So we finally get to our colleagues after waiting around the bar area for about 45 minutes. And the only reason why she even acknowledged us was because someone from our party approached her about the situation and put her in proper suit, which helped her realize that all she was there for was to take orders. So when we finally get seated, she pulls another fucking retarded stunt. If it costs, $70.00 dollars a plate, per individual, why would you turn around and tell us that we will have to pay double, when the bill has arrived, when everyone has already finished their dinners. (It was 11:30p.m.) I guess she was simply a "flibbertigibbet". What the fuck, did she think that it was our first time going to the Sucka Club; what a disappointment. (For the second time in a row, never again) Why is it that people take their jobs to another level, its not that serious, if your a server, then be one, don't act like you run the place, because u never know who knows your boss. But, to top it all off, we RSVP'd the event and, which was a factor she failed to realize. Well, isn't she the smartest bird in the nest....what a dumb ass... Anyway, the event took longer then expected , so we left. In closing, I don't know what the Supper Club is like in Europe, but I do know what the real Supper Club is like in New York (47th st. between Broadway and 7th ave.) because I'm a pure bread and well educated native. I'm glad that the club in New York doesn't have any ties with the club in San Francisco, because I would've had to give Martin a buzz and tell him that his partners are fucking up. So when attempting to emulate the "REAL" Supper Clubs' , one of New York city's most extraordinary dinning clubs, do the extra dirty work and get some employees that actually know what its like to be around people and not animals; she was a beast.
