1707 Smithtown Rd
Morgantown, WV 26508
Monongalia County
Phone: (304) 291-7000
Fax: (304) 291-9072
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by Cherish Spiliakos on This was the scene of the "Hangover" on which the movie was based. My recollections of the famous Roosevelt are hazy, almost like none of it actually happened but was a dream or a bad acid trip. The bare bones telling of my weekend: Arrived on Friday evening, was greeted at the pool by a slamming but vacuous sun bunny dressed in a triangle gold lame bikini. She was entertaining two bald pudgy Dr's from North County. Checked into the sweet we rented for the weekend along with 4 other friends. There was only one bed and one bathroom. I can still smell the acrid post apocalyptic stench I had to drive back to SD inside my bag. Saturday night: Began putting away copious amounts of Blue Label at the pool at around 5pm. Nightfall came. Went to bar which name I couldn't remember with a "Total Recall" machine. Drank more. Was hit on by a 50 yr old hag. Luckily I didn't make a poor decision. Came back to the hotel which becomes a club at 9pm. They wouldn't let one of the guys back in so we let him in a side door. We're back to high school. Met some people from Canada. Go figure. 1am comes around so it's "lights out" and you have to keep the noise down....what kind of Hollywood house of vice is this, anyway? Continued drinking to the point where I was the first one out like a 3 button suit. Wake up at one point and one of my friends is "making it rain" on the girl from Canada. Awesome. Wake up again. What is that I smell? Shaving cream? Damn! Woke up again...is that a Tiger?!...ok, that part is made up. Wake up again. The hotel staff is in the room. There have been complaints. Morning comes. There are bodies littering the fine alpaca rug like a scene out of Kabul. Monopoly money is riddled all over the room like confetti. There's the smell of stale booze, cigarettes, ass and yes, weed hanging over the room like a thundercloud. All told: I dropped $400 with hotel, food, booze and other merriment. I didn't see any famous people but did see plenty of twenty somethings acting famous. Reminds me of a joke: "What is the next best thing to being a Dr, actor or lawyer?.....Saying you are one!" Chic hotel, lott'a eye candy, expensive drinks, attitude and touchy staff. I think I'll stick to Vegas for awhile....
by January Banwell on I'm not much of a bowler...didn't grow up bowling, my friends and I never "just go bowling"...so maybe I'm wrong, but $100/lane/hr seems a bit ridiculous for a place that doesn't offer much more than: bowling lanes, bowling balls, dim lighting with colored lights, and screens with 80s videos playing on them (whilst super American classic rock sounding stuff blares from the speakers). I was amused that on my way in, the "bouncers" standing by the velvet ropes (literally) where there was not a single person waiting in line wouldn't let in a gentleman who simply wanted to give something to his wife who was inside, because he was wearing "sweats," which were actually Adidas track pants. The bouncers were being ridiculous about the situation, and when I went inside the bowling alley, I found that there were plenty of people in there who were much less attractive and worse dressed than this guy. Why all the pretense? Why the velvet ropes? Why $100/lane/hr???
by John W. on Do not open a tab! They gave my credit card and license to someone else! As I was trying to close my tab and get my credit card and drivers license back, the bartender informed me my tab didn't exist. Although I was fairly certain it did, I checked the other bars in Sutra, as well as another club I'd been at recently. Everyone thought I was crazy, including me. Two days later a guy called me through my bank. He had my ID and credit card. The bartender at Sutra had given it to his sister. According to my credit card company no one tried to charge anything so I had no reason to believe it was stolen. Further, he went to some lengths to contact and return the items - an incredibly helpful gesture. (Welcome to Atlanta Robert, I wish everyone were as decent as you are!) I contacted the manager, who was sympathetic but unable to find any record of my tab. He let me know that if I came by again that he would waive my cover. Given that I had driven an hour to Stockbridge and back to get my ID and canceled my debit card (leaving me without money until I made it to the bank) I felt a little short-changed. As he couldn't figure out who lost the items, the bartender still works there. *** The space is open and the music (hip-hop) is good. The crowd is mixed, well dressed, and friendly. Unlike some similar - if larger - places they don't make the non-VIP guests second class citizens. Weekends are busy but not uncomfortably crowded. Despite this, it's not my scene. Perhaps the DJ isn't irreverent enough, perhaps the lighting is bad, perhaps I need more than just one big room and a patio. That said, I have friends who love it there. All I can say is check it out for yourself, just don't open a tab.
