by Kenny H. on
Hah. So, my friend is determined to show me what the Meatpacking nightlife experience is like. We get into our nicest caj clothing and head out. We're strolling around MP picking out our spot for the night when we see lightning flashes. And then in the blink of an eye, as if Zeus were taking a piss on us, a shower appears out of nowhere. We spent maybe 15 seconds in the torrent before we were able to get under an awning, but it was too late. We were already soaked head to toe -- almost a thousand bucks worth of clothing clinging to me like wet tissue paper. It kind of put a "damper" on our night, and it hadn't even started yet. So we're dripping wet. What now? Ajna bar! Why? Because my Kumar-looking buddy sees a gorgeous Indian girl with her two 40+ yo aunts, about the enter the place and he's in heightened courtship mode. Oh lawd. We agree to pay $300 for a bottle (a cheap price by any city's standard, let alone Manhattan), and we get escorted in. The place is half-empty, the music is sucking, we have a $300 bill, and my other friend and I have to wingman for Kumar, keeping this girl's aunts company while he tries to get her number. This is the most hardcore wingman experience of both my and Josh's combined lives -- not to be insensitive or "ageist." I'm sure the ladies looked great...during the Vietnam War era. That was my initial thought anyway. But luckily, they turned out to be pretty cool and easy to talk to. Still, given the situation at hand, I needed a lot of alcohol to get through it, so I started hitting our bottle. Shots shots shots. After about 30 minutes, I'm starting to feel really buzzed, and the trio of ladies leave. How we just survived that, I have no idea. I half-expected Ashton Kutcher to come out with the cameras telling me I was Punk'd. But no, we had really just flirted with and winged women old enough to be our mothers. I down another shot and pray to the nearby statue of Buddha that the night will improve. And then what is this? The music takes a turn for the better. The alcohol is flowing through my head, I have no filters at this point, and I become a helpless third party audience to myself busting moves that had everyone's head turning. Zam!! Never has an Asian man in a wet tissue paper dress shirt looked so good breaking down the beat -- America's Best Dance Crew, here I come. Needless to say, my friends were embarrassed. Chyea boi! Now, with my heart pumping, and the alcohol flowing through my system even faster, suddenly there are a bunch of girls around us. When did this happen? I find myself talking to one, then another, and then finally, a short-haired blond from the Fashion Institute. I liked her at first sight, I was really drunk, and had no mental filters any more -- THIS was going to get interesting. I started looking for her buttons right away and tried to push them all, because I have a punk streak in me. Somehow, we wound up sitting around and blabbing until the club closed down, mainly her playing audience to my uncouth jabs. (If you're reading this, thanks for not slapping me, and send me a message.) My friends and I enjoyed remembering bits and pieces of what I said to her as I sobered up the next day. If you really want to know some of the things I said, then message me. I was pushing buttons she didn't even know she had, and it's not entirely not suitable for public consumption! After the lights came back on, her two friends who were being completely neglected by my so-called wingmen summoned my toy away (argh!). We stumbled out of the club, and the crazy night kept going, but that's where this review ends. I wouldn't count on having this kind of nutty experience every time I visit Ajna Bar, but just promise me that every visit, I will have a cutie from the Fashion Institute who will let me push all her buttons, and you'll have a lifelong patron in me. Love nights out in the NYC.
by Aaron Captain on
Another place I've come to quite a few times on a Friday night after a softball game. Parking can be difficult. Try to snag a street spot in front, but if you can't, there's a lot about 100 feet west of it to park in. They stay open really late on the weekend so that's convenient. Service can be inconsistent...sometimes on point, sometimes lazy. I think it depends if your waitress has friends at the bar she's gabbing with. They have a big screen TV so it's a cool place to watch sports or Sportscenter highlights at the end of the night. Good selection of beers and the food is pretty good. French fry portions are pretty huge. I like their burgers and BLT. Typical diner food selection I think. A pretty laid back place to come and kick it. I wouldn't come here just for the bar if I wanted to drink. Usually it's not too crowded to find a table or two for a group. Keep your expectations low and it should be all good. There are a couple strip clubs further west down Pico if you want more excitement. :-D
by Leeanne Linsey on
Definitely a spot that encompasses what NYC is all about--or what it should be all about, at least. There are different themes on different nights, anything from music to open mike. The talent there is legit, and the atmosphere is awesome. There are some spots you just walk into and feel like you've made a good decision! Selection of beers, etc., but it's the diverse crowd and awesome performers that'll keep you wanting to come back.