by eva h. on If hell is a creation of our worst nightmares, the roof deck of the Continental Midtown on a weekend evening is mine. I've paid ridiculous double digits for Jim Bean up there (to the point I gasped when I got the bill) and the claustrophobic wannabe hip folks gyrating up there make me vomitous. However, lunch and brunch are tolerable. The food is...fine. Similar to every other Starr joint, it's passable but not a destination for haute cuisine. It is...what it is. But seriously, that roof deck haunts my dreams...
by Eugenie Tachauer on EPIC fail! Don't waste your time if you're looking for a fun/cool club/lounge to hang out at. The doorguys? They apparently think that Jesus himself personally blessed them and that is why they can treat everyone else like crap. Drinks: Overpriced for watered down-ness. Music: Typical Top 40/Hip Hop They think way too highly of themselves. Skip the drama and just go The Abbey or Here.
