by Rachel A. on So other than the awesome lighting (or light bulbs), open kitchen and swanky metal door, this restaurant is overrated compared to some of the other options that Concentrics has to offer (i.e. Parish). My friend told me that the food menu was too similar to Two Urban Licks to be differentiated (other than the slightly more reasonable pricing) The food was meh - the best part of any of our dishes was the aioli on the calamari. Otherwise the burger was greasy, the fish special was too fishy and cut a little thin (sea bass is better as a steak than a fillet) and the pizza was as expensive as Antico, yet not nearly as good. I do have to say, the star was the drinks - mixed really well and tasted delicious and really packed a punch. Atlanta has a lot of good food to offer - I would definitely pass this place up to visit another more unique restaurant.
by Jackson Dippolito on Visiting from Boston and having grown up in Philly, I was really not prepared for the club scene in Miami. In these cities, you mostly just show up looking reasonably clean and/or doable and you get in after little to no wait. Sooo not the case in Miami. I waited for an hour and fifteen minutes to get into Mansion on a Saturday night. Apparently we missed the memo that, well, err, umm, "hip-hop fans" have to show up like an hour before the general public to get inside of most of the clubs on Washington Ave. Anyway, most people behind us kept saying the wait was so long because there was a huge group of guys in the front of the line that the bouncer was never going to let in. Meanwhile, the bouncer paced through the crowd and selectively let in Paris Hilton and Bai Ling look-alikes the entire wait. I couldn't even take it personally because the look he was going for was apparently... "top-dollar Vegas call-girl"in shades ranging from light to medium-light. I simply didn't have the time or energy to dress like an expensive whore that night. Seriously though, as demoralizing as all of that nonsense outdoors might have been, I have to admit it was sort of worth the wait once we got in. The interior is gorgeous and huge, hey, whaddyaknow?... like a mansion. The dancefloor contained so many toned, writhing bodies rockin' out that even I became a fan of techno music for half an hour. That DJ seriously could've made a convert out of me... But all that awkward jumping I did hurt my feet and luckily someone with a table section was nice enough to let us sit in his reserved booth area, because there's no where else to sit in this place. Then we paid $28 for two shots of tequila and headed to the hip-hop room. It was tiny compared to the rest of the place, but the DJ was great there too and everyone was having an amazing time. I would go back because the interior is like nothing I've ever seen in the Northeast. But, eh, I could take or leave some of the snooty that accompanied it.
