by Laura H. on
Went here Friday night for a friend of a friend's birthday bash. I got there about 10:45 and the place was nearly empty, but by 11:00 it was so full you could barely walk without bumping into someone. Mostly good looking people, and a reletively laid back and friendly vibe. I'd say 60% of the girls were platinum blonde--must be the color-du-jour in hollywood these days. The music was a nice mix of hip-hop, top 40, and electronic, and was mostly quite dance-able. Good thing was that there was zero pressure from guys to "dance with them"-- no grabby guys or too-drunk stumbling girls...everyone kept it pretty civilized on the crowded dance floor, which was nice! Ladies, dress to impress. All-in-all, a pleasant experience at a small hollywood club.
by Sherie Page on
**Warning - this review is not for the sane. Following my 14 courses of debauchery - I have lost it. If you're in a hurry - don't read this - just go... before it's too late and the empire has fallen. You must eat at XIV if we as a human race are going to survive the continued evolution of man - or revert back to The Sizzler... and the "all you can eat shrimp"... it's the only thing that compares. ___ To prepare myself to review what should be one of the top restaurant dining experiences in the history of the planet - I did the following: 1 I fasted for an amazing 11 hours (only having a slim fast at lunch) 2 I broke out the seldom worn suit and tie combo, since I work at home 3 I washed the car and prepared to park my proud American made spectacle next to the very over polished (something biblical about being unwashed...can't remember) 4 I told the hostess - please do not book someone to follow us at our table (I don't mean to sound like a jerk - but I'm good at it) - we are not in a hurry and plan to make a night of it (she probably hoped I'd choke and was thinking "what looser wears a tie in LA") 5 I thought about it and yes - the 35 course GAMUT menu (seriously) is a little extreme - so we "settled" for the 14 course on-slot and did not stop ourselves - we asked for as many endangered species as possible... with truffles - yes. 6. I form an opinion of my own (I know - that hurts) 7. (then) I read everyone elses reviews (what a bunch of savages!) 8. I enjoyed the really spot on, the well crafted, and the elite writers, but you can really tell those that still think Swanson makes a special meal... go ahead and cook it with the cardboard lid still in tacked 9. Then, like a wolf, I get passionate about the weak reviews and chase them down like prey and fire up my now over stimulated short attention span - prepared to write 10. I motivate my purple colored brain, in my purple colored world to dance my purple colored fingers on the key board... oh my purple life (purple because I drank so much fabulous red wine).... 14th - I howl at the moon and wipe the blood of my conquered victims from my sword and dining armor! Are you with me?!!! No, oh... Well then - here is my review: XIV - you better prepare yourself. Get a freaking personal trainer before you even think of this over the top extravaganza! This is not a sprint but a marathon of carbohydrates that will challenge your ability even think about driving a hybrid... and no, there is no salad bar. XIV is as far as mankind can take dining until this empire of ours falls like Rome.... I RAISE A GLASS: - To the Sommelier Chris that poured my fourteen flights of individually selected wines, from individual grapes in tiny vineyards from afar... it was perfect. - To the 10 servers and 24 chefs in the kitchen that cooked one hell of a meal (yes, I'm going to hell after this night of total excess)... I love you all. - To the designer, that managed to cram everything ever seen in a fashion magazine into one room.. from stainless steel to crystal chandeliers, to fireplaces, and English libraries. When you are this good - the compliments seem like criticism and this positive review seems over the top... because it's hard to describe so much and not frighten off those that are happy with so little. I can't wait to do this again - if I am fortunate enough to deserve it - thank you LORD for XIV (uh... was that too much?)
by Roxy Mautner on
Whatever you do, don't eat here. Sure, I know I should blame myself for eating here, but seriously, they microwave everything. I watch a LOT of college football here (big 10 fan, games start at 9am Pacific), and I made the mistake of ordering bagels here once. I think he microwaved the bagel. I'm not joking. He also microwaved the cream cheese. The bald guy (Arnie, I think) is just plain hormonal. Its hard to tell how pleasant he's gonna be, or whether he's gonna put your game on. The Ohio State bartender, is also kinda quirky. Oh well... I also doubt the hygeine factor here. But, then again, after a few beers who cares, right? BTW, just for the record, this *is* a UT bar. Also, a Purdue bar. Go Boilers! "ai"