by Georgiana Bachrodt on Really nice place.. good ambiance... We had dinner in the restaurant downstairs.. the food was good.. I had the shrimp enchilada...it was good... When you eat in the restaurant downstairs you don't have to pay the cover charge ($10) when you go to the salsa place upstairs... the music is great.. and so are the dancers.. all in all it was a good experience.. but yes... you have to BUY water at the bar... $4... no glass of water available,,,
by Corene Scarola on If I could give this a negative star (a cloud? a bolt of lightning?) I would. Every time I go to Medjool I wonder why I came, and swear I never will return. But like an abusive relationship, I return. (This might have something to do with its proximity to my house, but my therapist says I shouldn't make excuses for dysfunctional relationships.) Last Thursday I went, and---once again-- the atmosphere was lame (it's the marina in the mission); the service was derelict (but at least not hostile, as it's been previously); and the pour, was, for lack of a better word, shameful. No self-respecting establishment should charge $9 for a glass of wine and then proceed to give me a pour so scanty it would not even give a Smurf a buzz. I am serious. Smurfette would have asked where the rest of her pour was. I got like a shotglass here, obviously from the end of a bottle, which had been open, from the taste of the wine, for at least a day or so. I mean, really. I know Medjool has a lovely rooftop where on a hot summer afternoon or a clear summer evening it can seem like a perfect place, but I have to say, I've had enough. I can take the fratboys, most nights; I can tolerate the noise generally; and, being from NY, I don't take it personally when the staff condescends me. But a bad pour for $10? That is simply unconscionable.
by Joseph N. on This is one of those clubs where the bouncers think they're hot, yet they're not. Unless you are on the guestlist, don't bother getting in line to go in unless you're willing to line up at 9pm and looking desperate like the homeless at a homeless shelter. I went with a group of friends and the bouncer was trying to use all these "elegant" words to simply say that if you aren't on the guestlist, I can't let you in. TRY back after 1130pm. Funny thing is, the place didn't look so poppin. After going to a nearby bar for a couple of drinks, we headed back to this joint. Now there was a moderate line with about 30 people in it. This is when the bouncer becomes douche and bias. He would only let 2-3 people in every 5-10 minutes. So that there would be a line outside to make the place look exclusive. Yet since there wasn't anyone going inside, that would mean the place is EMPTY. Also while everyone was standing outside in line, there were alot of WASPy hooker types that cut in line and got in ASAP with their douche toys in hand. Thus leaving everyone and the landlord stuck outside. An exclusive NYC club this place ain't. A typical West Coast wannabe filled with the wrong crowd YEAH. This place acts so stuck up that it appears as if the bouncers have a 1.5L of cheap vodka stuck in their rear blowholes.
