by Mikel H. on Delicious skins, good guac / wonderful ambience on patio near fountain - easy parking / don't order chili relleno - pepper is size of a blueberry - may as well order an egg omelette . Decent margis - laid back but real nice service. Drink up.
by Carletta Flatley on Wow just wow what a horrible establishment! So my friend from work is having her birthday party at Taj across the street, they make us wait for an hour and dont let us in without waiting, so we grabbed our party of 40 people and went to Duvet whos line was not very long. It all started going well, the doorman Lenny Kravitz looking bouncer was super nice and let us all in, we let the girls go in first and then as I walk in I notice I am now in a very bright colored jail sponsored white room with bright white lights beaming on 3 people with their arms up getting an Al Quaida style frisking, the guy told me to take everything out of my pockets, as im fumbling my phone, camera, keys, ID, im being touched everywhere on my body by a 300lb football player dude, then the guy goes through my wallet and gum pack looking for drug periphenilia, well safety first right? Oh sheesh I forgot my illicit weapons & illegal substances at home so im told im clean and turn around to pay the $20 cover to a woman whos job is to just take the money...she quickly forgets I gave her $20 and proceeds to interrogate me if I was lying! Im like WTF! How hard is your jo....then the other 6"5 300lb bouncer tells me to calm down and I softly tell her I just gave her the money, so while shes holding the ticket I grab the other end and pull on it (shes not letting go) and she then let go and FINALLY I get in Phew! What a stressful situation.... So I walk in and head to the nearest bar to wait for my friends frisking to end. So as im ordering my first drink and surrounded by friends making comments about the frisking, a random cute girl walks up to the bar, takes a good look at me and asks me the most idiotic, pathetic, question EVER! :while putting her hand on my arm: Random Girl: "Heyyy guys, I just wanted to let you know that its my friends bachelorette party tonight, sooo....would you buy her a drink?" Me: I look at her and smile "NO". And turn around while my friends and girlfriends are in utter disbelief at this ridiculous request Random Girl: "But shes getting married, she would love a drink" Me: "Do I know your friend?" Random Girl: "No but....." Me: Then theres your answer My Friends: BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Now in my history of lounge/clubbing no girl has EVER asked me straight up to buy her or her friend a drink, damn girl at least be a little creative, dance with me a little bit, bring your friends over, engage in a nice conversation (where I still wouldnt buy you a drink) but hey at least you would have tried, and ladies im not an asshole, but do you think im going to give you the pleasure of walking back to your friends boasting that you got some douche bag to buy you a $14 drink? I think not. So after this event and mingling with friends the B&T crowd starts coming in, this is B&T heaven and if it wasnt for my friend dancing with her 8 girlfriends together wearing sparkly dresses on top of one of the couch bed thingy's I would have left. So my work buddy wants to do shots, so I order two Patron shots from what I thought was a nice bartender, well...the bar was uneven, she puts the drinks down and several beers my friend ordered for our buddies and the beer falls on the (2) $28 patrons shots! The bartender is now PISSED and hostile after I told her what happened and after requesting her to serve us the 2 shots again, hey its not my fault yall have an uneven clear glass bar. At this point im already pissed that my jack and cokes were watered down but to have to argue with someone over 2 damn shots is ridiculous! She smacked the two shot glasses down hard and in disgust poured the Patron and the limes and walked away with her 20% credit card gratuity.... I'm irate at this point and my friends calms me down by throwing me between two models that were 6"5 with heels while he danced with their 300lb obese friend, as the models and I laughed at my friends 80's moves with the fat chick, I quickly realized I looked like a midget next to these girls so I let them keep dancing on their own. I figured at this point ive had enough, the birthday girl is wasted, everyone is already drunk, the B&T crowd was getting hostile by the bar so I got my coat and said my goodbyes to this pathetic 'NYC" club.
