by Ward Strawbridge on What a beautiful club in a beautiful hotel. I've never been to the previous version of the Fontaine Bleu that was run by Hilton, but the hotel hummed with energy that you rarely get anywhere, but in Las Vegas... and the club matched it. Normally I find nightclubs/lounges in Miami to be overly cheesey, but I found nothing of that ilk out of LIV. I went on a Wed night and they had 4 very well known DJs (local/out of town) get on the turntables throughout the evening. There was also celebrity presence at the club with A-Rod fresh from winning the world series and superstar house DJ Erick Morillo in attendance. My only grip was the cost of a drink. I ordered a grey goose on the rocks and was amazed that the cost of the drink was not only $19, but that the automatic gratuity and tax made it over $23. I mean let's be honest... that's a bit ridiculous, but so is the club.
by Terrell Kroener on I love Two Urban Licks, so my friends and I had to try One Midtown to compare. It's great! Definitely a smaller venue, more intimate and less trendy atmosphere, but still has a cool feel. Looks like a strip club from the outside, gorgeous on the inside. Their bar is awesome looking. The first time I came was for my birthday and it was a Friday, and we sat up front at the first banquette, it was a great see-and-be-seen table for birthday festivities! One was definitely hopping that night. The second time I came was on a Wednesday date, and we sat right up by the window and had a great view, under the dangling lights. Definitely more romantic on that side of the restaurant! Food was great. I was not let down either time. The steak and frites is really really great. I've ordered the goat cheese app both times because it is unexpected and tasty. The salmon and beef brisket are also great!! All their desserts are good, but the KitKat bar is fun and creative. Service is fine, nothing crazy good but nothing to complain about at all either. All in all, definitely a great restaurant and a fun start to an evening out-- like Two, it's also really close to a lot of good Atlanta nightlife. Try it if you haven't been!
by Erica L. on This place is filthy. The management is extremely rude. The clientele is worse. Everyone in and around the building is drunk. I got SPIT on by the people loitering outside. I started the night off on the 2nd floor and had a bit of some scorpion bowls. (These, by the way, are purely fruit juice. I freely admit I'm a lightweight, and I was not even buzzed after drinking half of one of these bowls. Waste of money.) I went up to the 3rd floor (the "dance" floor) to laugh at my drunk friends dancing -- I tried to get into it. Couldn't. Went back downstairs to the 2nd floor with a friend to get a drink (not a scorpion bowl) in hopes that it might actually have some alcohol in it, so I could maybe get buzzed enough to participate. After a disappointingly weak drink, when we started heading back up to the 3rd floor, the manager wouldn't let us back in. (Who knows why? It wasn't crowded . . . It wasn't late . . . Maybe he's racist . . . which is a different matter entirely--ever notice there are no Chinese people in the Hong Kong?) I tried to be chill about this denial of entry, so I told the manager, "That's fine, but can I just grab my bag? I left it up there." He shook his head and said, accusingly, "Don't you lie to me. Your bag's not up there." UNBELIEVABLE. I was stunned. I wasn't drunk. I didn't look drunk. I was well-dressed. I was a paying customer. I am NOT a liar. i looked him steadily, dead in the eye, and said, incredulously, "I'm not lying. Do you want to come up with me while I get my bag?" Again, he smirked, "You're lying. Don't lie to me." The overweight, red-faced manager have the nerve to SMIRK at me. Unreal. I left as soon as I was permitted to retrieve my bag from their grimy floor. On my way out, the same manager grabbed my arm and said, "You weren't lying after all. You're the best." At that point, I was livid. Of course I wasn't lying. and DON'T EVER TOUCH ME. As if that's ANY acceptable way to apologize. i'm disgusted.
