by Arie Chevis on Come here for the sake of drinking a beer on a stationary boat on the Hudson Freaking River. Will you overpay for that beer? Heck yes. Will you be surrounded by a lot of loud, fratty people? Heck yes. Will the greasy food make you sick in seconds flat? Heck yes. But really, this is a very special NYC spot.
by Stefan U. on I recently checked out East Side Show Room for the first time and I like the place. True, I think that some of the comments here about the service are true, however, that really didn't bother me too much. Yes, the waiters are casual and they don't necessarily check on you every 5 minutes but who cares. Now for the good parts: the interior is cool and unique, the atmosphere is great and the food that I tried was very good as well. My favorite is the outside patio, perfect place to hang out and have a beer. Overall, I highly recommend East Side Show Room for having drinks and a snack, listening to music and hanging out. If you go there with the thought of going to restaurant just for dinner that's probably not going to work out.
by Naomi Godlewski on Nota Bene! the 3-star rating is an average! 4 stars for the weekdays. 2 stars for the weekends. read on dear friends, as piggy takes you on a tour of bubble bubble! sorry, i can't help calling it that . . . i've tried . . . the second 'bubble' always just slips out somehow . . . (^(oo)^) ~the scene: typical weekday evening happy hour~ note the happy little piggy frolicking about with her champagne! you can tell she's enjoying the warm ambiance of the tastefully decorated room, with its high ceiling, heavy fabric drapes, and mood-setting candlelight. the champagne selection is diverse, and more importantly, frequently updated with new items! every so often, the bartender regrets to inform her that the cellar appears to be out of her particular selection, but he always has a suggestion for a substitution. all is well (^(oo)^) ~the scene: typical weekend crowd control nightmare~ hmph. piggy looks a bit disgruntled. perhaps it's because she just struggled past throngs of people standing around their bottle service tables (who shot her dirty looks as if she were about to swipe a bottle off a table and hide it in her shirt for later) just to get to the smoking area, where she very nearly got burned because the area was packed like a cattle car. alternatively, maybe she just emerged from the depths of the downstairs dance floor, also known as the Krug. Would that it lived up to the reputation of its traditionally dry namesake champagnes! Alas, the Krug is the antithesis of dry: another stuffy, humid, unventilated subterranean nightmare. conclusion? pick your evening carefully, relax in one of the cushy armchairs, and enjoy your champagne! if you forget in a sudden panic, just remember, it's like the opposite of oysters: best experienced on days without the letter "R" in them! (^(oo)^)v
