by Alex A. on Before approaching this giant neon death trap, make sure you cut out a solar eclipse viewer from a cereal box to avoid temporary/permanent, blindness. Actually it's probably against the rules to stare at the building for too long anyway. Next the food. The cheesesteak itself was forgettable at best, and the fact that the employees were gigantic d-bags didn't help standing in line watching people get yelled at because they didn't use their ridiculous lingo was pretty awkward I'm not exaggerating when I say I would rather sit in a bathtub of arsenic then come here again (okay, maybe I am). But do me a solid and go to dinic's and get yourself a damn good sandwich and be served by people who aren't imbeciles.
by Keneth Strathman on The gals and I hit up this speakeasy on a cold Friday night and were promptly greeted by the bouncer who told us: "It's not bumpin. Yet." That's right, buddy. Because we're not inside. Yet. Open the doors, and through a checkered hallway to the bar. It was dimly lit with many round booths filled to the brim with hipsters and models. The gals and I sidled up to the bar and I chose a muddled whiskey drink from the menu - the name escapes me - but the bartender told me when I ordered it that "Timeout hated this cocktail." Well, buddy, I work for rateclubs so that means very little to me. He, of course, got a chuckle and waited for my reaction which was: All in all a solid muddled whiskey bevvie, though if you're not into Rye, then I can see how you wouldn't like it. I did, however, order two so apparently it had me sold. As we sipped on our drinks, we anxiously awaited for the fabled dance hall downstairs to open - which was apparently also on everyone else's agenda because as soon as those red ropes were tossed aside, the first floor was a ghost town. Curious, we all trekked down the stairs: it was hoppin with a DJ spinnin like mad and a full smoke machine in effect. Guys and gals were doing the robot and some other moves that I suppose are considered trendy. While I had a good time, I'm still not entirely sure what to make of Ella. It too seemed like it couldn't make up its mind - is it a high end bar or just cheap with a bit of glitter? If I'm in the hood, I'll likely give it another shot but until it's figured out what it's trying to do, it may be more of a miss than a hit.
