by Addy C. on One positive takeaway was our personable, friendly & full-of-life server. The food experience on the other hand, was just ok. Since we came for lunch, I decided to go light and get the chicken gyro. Hindsight 20/20, I should've asked for the Tzatziki sauce on the side. My chicken was smothered & drowning - I took the extra step myself of putting the sauce on the side. The chicken is thinly sliced and tasted like chicken bacon. The taste overall was pretty good though. However, I wasn't thrilled about my Greek potatoes. I should've known better since I did read the poor reviews on them. Still, I decided to go the "healthier" route (vs. fries). Yeah, the Greek potatoes are the boiled kind and they were way too lemony. Definitely get the fries. If I came back, I'd probably go way healthy and get the Greek salad since other reviews were raving about it.
by Sarah M. on My daring friends brought me here for my bacholorette celebration last summer. The music was uninspired and there were tons of white girls shaking their shit for their last horrahs as single ladies. Ok now that I have all of the negatives out of the way, I can focus on the positive. DA LOVELY LADIES. Pre-op or post-op I don't know (althought the conspicous lack of a bulge is telling) but these girls shake their shit all while giving you a chance to observe them in their natural habitat. The bartenders were cute South Pacific Islander young men who were prone to sexually suggestive antics (much to the benefit of the tips they receive I am sure). Its cheesy as hell but whatever. If you have an unquenchable desire to humilate your soon to be wed friends and are interested in hormonaly aided Amazonians then check this joint out. As a novelty it serves it purpose, as a regular party spot search for greener pastures.
by Luther Byrd on Um, yeah, I didn't want to come here. I mean, I was wearing walking boots, jeans and a casual jacket. Hardly dressed for a place like Shout, but as expected, I caved to peer pressure. Alain L.'s friend was celebrating his birthday at Shout and after a day of drinking in the sun, Alain managed to talk the usual suspects (or should I say, misfits?) all into going. I was surprised that it was not that busy when we arrived, but then it was only 10ish. Nice thing was, we didn't have to pay a cover and the bar upstairs was empty, which meant the service was stellar. My first drink of choice was a Vodka Tonic, but hey, if they are going to charge $8.50 for a Vodka Tonic from the well, I may as well test the mixoligist, right? Well, lets just say I wish I had stuck with the Vodka Tonic. I think my cocktails were dumbed down, after Lauren S. asked the bartender to add more juice to her cocktails....that's my theory anyway. Overall, I kind of liked the place, despite the fact that I am more of a pub girl. I loved the decor and I wish I had explored a little more. Mostly, I could not stop looking out at the patio and wishing it was not so damn cold outside. Looks like a fun place to spend a warm summer night, lounging with cocktails and Oh, they must, have Cabana Boys with palm fronds, right? Ok, reality bites and it is not likely that I can afford a Cabana Boy, but the view with a cocktail and good friends sounds like a good enough substitute to me. The only real downer was the odor. I was chatting it up with Jim W. and Kristine M., when this horrible odor of excrement wafted by. The three of us stopped in mid sentence and threw accusatory glares at each other, but then we noticed it just wasn't fading. I couldn't resist and made a comment to the bartender and he kind of shrugged it off with a comment about it coming from the street.....Eeewww! Not sure about that Cabana Boy fantasy, anymore. The thought of lounging out on the patio and smelling fresh poo on a warm summer night is a bit of a mood killer.
