by Jone Hannafin on Didn't know about the clubs civil rights troubles or overly selective door dudes before I went, and didn't see any of that. I guess you can consider this review exclusive to a Sunday (with the gays). On that night, I entered in jeans and a t-shirt right behind a black guy wearing a silver body suit. It couldn't have been that hard for others to get in. The place was packed. Maybe what ruins this club is all the straight people? The space is beautiful, it's LEED, it's functional. The bartenders were fast and the drinks decent. I've never faulted anyone for pouring a weak FREE drink...so no complaints. If the ones we paid for were just as weak, we didn't notice. The music was great, and the crowd was lively and "spirited." I'd move it to San Francisco if I could. And since it doesn't seem like you straight New Yorkers would miss it, that might be what's best for everybody.
by Ghislaine Gummersall on Picture it: Grandpa Tony's restaurant in Rochester New York on Christmas Eve in 1989. Alfredo's is part time warp, part fiction, part restaurant and 100% amazing. Unlike other restaurants in Atlanta that say "no substitutions" right on the menu, the Italian native servers, who speak with thick Italian accents, will allow you to ask to substitute. Beware however, there is not a person in this place that will not read you your rights. The servers here will immediately flip from attentive and classic server, to ask us to change one damn thing on this menu, and my cousin Luigi will make you disappear! You are going to get delicious food, unique ambiance, emotionally unstable yet thorough service and one of a kind dining experience for this city of southerners. This place is my new staple. Watching the servers take no shit from the "high class" that rolls in there makes it all the much more enjoyable. The food. The food! Its veal, its cheese, its red sauce, and white sauce, its garlic bread, and red wine, a side of pasta with every entree, a small complimentary anti-pasta, its 3 forks and two spoons kind of eating and the entire time you half expect to see Frank Sinatra stuffing a lasagne down in a booth. Make a reservation... now.
by Robert P. on So this bar was totally not what I expected! From the outside it just looks like a door to a tiny ass room, but inside it goes on and on forever, with a huge patio and a completely separate space for live bands. I walked in to some loud ass salsa music, the most random group of people ever, and a dog drinking beer! Then the DJ played "Fernando" for a drag queen who I'm assuming requested it, and she got all worked up and hollered to everyone that Fernando was coming on and to get your ass inside. It is bars like this that make me love San Francisco. Well, that and the beer drinking dog!
