by Kevin A. on
Awful. Food is over-priced, small portions, tasteless, and patrons are liable to be accosted by clueless waiters... The calamari was more cal(ories) than anything from la mar, guaranteed. Fried nonsense. The hummus plate was also quite bad, and I routinely made better hummus in my blender before it broke. The free plate of dips and olives was so-so, but the waiter seemed peeved when we asked for another. The sangria pitcher was reminiscent of grape juice. The view on the roof is pretty nice, and there is a good vibe up there. But any possible goodwill toward this place was decimated when a waiter, who had just finished cleaning up a spill on the dance floor, came up to me and threatened, "if you do something stupid like that again, I'm going to kick you out." I had no idea what he was talking about, and said that I didn't know what he was talking about. He repeated himself, clearly already having convicted me of a crime I didn't commit. I asked him politely to tell me what I had done that was so stupid, so I'd know not to do it again. He said, "just don't do anything stupid" and walked off. If by doing something stupid he meant coming back to this joke of a restaurant, he need not worry.
by Stanton Notto on
Ok. I'm probably the last person that should be reviewing a club, so take my score with a grain of salt. Why? Because I hate going to clubs. Clubs exacerbate my normal awkwardness to new uncomfortable levels. And I dance like the bastard child of the Scarecrow and the Tinman trying to shake off a spider. So why did I even go through the trouble of paying a cover and spending money on expensive alcohol? Well, to attend the birthday celebration of a person I've never met before! Alone! Duh! Haha, awk-ward! Layers and layers of awkward...I was so close to flaking, what with my friend tempting me with Settlers of Catan (yes I am a nerd). But I think it would have been my only opportunity to meet bday girl, and I really wanted to meet her. I also figured that I should confront my discomfort. You know, man up? Yet I can't help but feel the futility. Like Dr. Evil. "I'm with it. I'm hip." But I had fun. Birthday girl was nice, even while stumbling around barefoot, drunk. I think my last shot did her over; she told me not to get her one, but I did anyway. Then I heard she got ejected from the club for barfing. Now I feel bad. But I met some interesting new people. And the ambience of the club is actually pretty cool: Dark reds and browns that give a classy, almost romantic vibe if it weren't for the wall-to-wall people and loud blaring music; comfie couches to lounge around and chat; strong alcohol; two bars to easily facilitate said alcohol. Would I go again? Hmm probably not. Would I recommend it to someone who enjoys clubbing? Sure, why not?