by M. G. on Three friends and I were recommended the ESSR when the wait at Justine's seemed a little too long (2 hours) and we were starving. I would love to give this place a better rating because I thought the food was good and I really appreciate local ingredients even if I did find some things to be a bit pricey ($2.50 for a fried egg? Even farm fresh, that is outrageous.) But the service here was really bad and at times downright rude. Our server not only insulted our table pretty much straight off the bat, but she never asked one person at our table (who arrived later than the rest of us) if he wanted a drink. After a good 15 minutes (service was slow), he had to go to the bar and order it himself. And when we got our bill, we asked if it'd be possible to have the check split and her reply was "I don't really want to." Wow, what service! Thanks! You are so helpful! Ultimately she did split the check for us, but is it really necessary to dish out so much 'tude? Can you just do your job graciously please? We were never rude or demanding. We just wanted some food. We talked a lot about it on the way home it was that bad. (Which is a shame because a few people at our table work (myself included) have worked in food service for a very long time and usually tip really well!) This place is lovely inside and had lots of character. Even being seated outside on a chilly night was really nice. I would go back for the food which was really good, but I can only hope for better, faster, more courteous service. Bad service really does ruin an otherwise great evening and delicious food.
by Willie Hadaway on I would write a review for the rateclubs Elite Party here, but, seeing that I only made it in time for the last 5 minutes of it (oops), I will refrain. Meh, it's okay; I think I've had enough free Swan's Neck Vodka for several lifetimes. Mighty is *mighty* small. Some of my friends really like to come here to dance to house music, and they way they rave about it I really thought the space would be a lot bigger. The dance floor is pretty pitifully sized. However, there are a bunch of little nooks and crannies where you can sit down with a friend to talk about scandalous things. Somewhere past my second vodka drink, I think the Jack Rabbit became the dominant topic of conversation. (To the girls who don't know what I am talking about- find out!) The music was impossibly loud in the main room. I am becoming increasingly worried that I'm going to lose my sense of hearing after going to all these clubs. I think along with serving drinks at the bar, they should also sell ear plugs. And start taking credit cards (though there is an ATM up front).
