W 1225 2nd St.
San Bernandino, CA 92410
San Bernardino County
Phone: (909) 884-6192
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by Sharda Alicandro on Good sandwich. Decent french onion soup. Terrible floor service. Here is the story: I ordered French onion soup and a half sandwich. The trouble was they didn't give me any bread and French onion soup needs bread. It's salty brothy excellence is best delivered sopped in bread. I spoke up and asked one of the floor staff for a couple slices of bread. She glowered at me walked away and said over her shoulder as she was walking away "You know you are going to have to pay for it." Sure I don't care. I'll pay for two slices of bread. 5 minutes later the bread was delivered and she charged me $1.78 for two freaking slices of wheat bread. All the while exuding an air of disdain for my distasteful desire for a decent meal. Service so bad I wanted to rateclubs about out. That person was having a bad day or should never ever be put in front of customers again.
by dan a. on i'm a big eve fan. i'm someone who hates clubs that charge cover and don't have seating inside. eve however is a lounge that rarely has cover (usually only when a charity is holding an event), and has seating along the walls. also cool are the 1950's b/w nudie-films, good music, and female-themed artwork across the walls. long bar with at least 3 bartenders makes it easier to get a drink, and the super-nice owner of john colins is usually one of them! as a former FiDi professional, this place is a great nearby escape from the yuppie-filled bars close by.
by Blanch Murrie on My relationship with Icon is more like a twisted cycle in which I have a difficulty breaking. Call it the grief cycle if you will, but I never seem to learn my lesson and I keep going back: 1. The bar that my friends and I originally planned to attend was a bust: either the line was too long, the dress code was too strict, or the cover was outrageously priced. Whatever the case is, it's close to midnight and we want to dance/drink pronto. 2. Some genius in my group decides that we should just go to Icon since there's never a line or a cover, atleast that we know of. Since everyone else is too ADD to figure another alternative, we decide to just go with the flow and drive to Icon. 3. We park the car and are excited that we got in pretty quickly and didn't need to spend a dime. 4. It hits us, there's a reason why there's never a line...the venue is wack, the ratio of guys to girls is 10-1, and it's never packed inside. 5. We try to make the best of the situation by drinking a little bit more than expected just so that the place can be bearable. Yes, we are too lazy to drive or walk to another club. 6. I end up cutting off my liquor consumption early so that I can play babysitter and DD, since the DD ends up the sloppiest out of all of us. :/ 7. Despite our attempt to make the best of the situation, after 45 minutes of boredom (even with rounds of drinks and dancing on the empty dance floor) we ALWAYS end up leaving early. On the way back to the car, I always swear never to come back because after going to Icon countless times, I never seem to have fun. 8. ....three weeks later, my friends and I park our car outside of Icon and the cycle starts all-over again. Why do I do this to myself? I don't know....but I'll give it +2 because I came to realize that Icon, it's not you....it's me. You just bring out the Debbie Downer in me.
