by Cecil Money on I guess I was expecting a lot before coming here, but it's in the middle of nowhere. The seats don't look all that and the outside seats are not ideal; cars screaming by, small area, plastic, tacky orange chairs. You get the idea. I LOVED the fries with smoked mayo. My bf had the osso bucco burger (which was really good). My friend got the vegetarian burger (veggie patty?) and he said it was pretty tasteless. I got the wagyu tartare burger, and I thought it was savory, lots of umami. I can't do raw eggs but they had a raw quail sized yolk on the middle, which I had to dig out. :/ Milkshakes are supposed to be good, and they are, but they are SO expensive- $7 for the nutella one? Girl please, give me $7 and I'll make you 10 nutella milkshakes. Also, I tried the sweet bread appetizer, which came in the red and white carton usually for fries and tenders. Sweet bread is supposed to be a luxury item, but I thought the container was disconcerting, and I don't like sweetbread. If you don't know what it is, it is stuff like hearts, stomach, throat, etc. It came in this buffalo-esque sauce. Not a fan. Overall, a kind of expensive, been-there-done-that kind of deal
by Bryce Thweatt on I really really like myhouse. I love how it's themed and actually DIFFERENT than all the other clubs in hollywood. The vibe felt like how Goa was when it was still open. The line was a little confusing, because I thought for once it was actually a legit LINE, but as usual it's just a crowd of people trying to get in - so don't be bashful, if you're a cute girl, push yo way through. It really looks like a swanky bachelor pad! I was also really impressed by the crowd - honestly, so many CLASSY girls and well-dressed guys. Please don't go dressed like a vegas stripper and ruin the atmosphere for the rest of us!! Oh and if you're gonna go for bottle service somewhere for a special occasion or something, I would definitely suggest myhouse!! The tables are really well set up and I can see it being a great place to gather a bunch of friends together!
by ang h. on Lining up in front of a swanky club is not how I roll. At least in Cali. That said, on a Saturday night, a girl friend and I were prepared to wait in front of Hiro, supposedly the up-and-coming addition to the creme de la creme of Manhattan clubs (so I was told, don't quote me for that). Looks like the rule that all-fine-looking-ladies-get-in-for-free-with-no-wa iting-necessary is a universal one. Within the first five minutes, an overwhelmingly short and somewhat douchey-looking dude with a man purse approached us and asked if we would like to get in, no cover, no wait. Skeptical at first, thinking that, of all the places in the world, Manhattan would be the place where nothing, other than the (polluted) air that we breathe, comes without a price tag. We were ushered down a long, dark and suspiciously quiet corridor, sashayed past a couple of monolithic-looking men and scantily clad ladies, and found ourselves in a room filled with thumping music, Japanese-inspired decor and variety of human specimen enough to satisfy the pickiest and fussiest of the anthropologists. A few moments later, the crowd's attention was directed to two ladies swinging, pendulum-style, in what appeared to be bed linens whose ends are tied to the ceiling. Said crowd, however, had a very short attention span as, within minutes, they went back to their own activities of chit-chatting, merrily drinking, and meshing their sweaty bodies against others. The music (which I believe is referred to as 'mashup') reminded me of Slide back home - DJ with ADD playing a variety of different songs, with each song lasting no more than 10 seconds at a time. The main dance floor was a bit cramped, yet we found our spot at the mezzanine level, where the bar was almost empty, temperature much lower and plush couches abundant.
