125 South Main Street
New Haven, KY 40051
Nelson County
Phone: (502) 549-6203
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
Onionheads Sports Bar - About Us
No Description Available for Onionheads Sports Bar.
Website Description and Information
No Website Description Available for Onionheads Sports Bar.
by Dick Buonaiuto on This place is AWESOME and totally lives up to it's A+++ rating !!! I went here for my birthday last night with a group of approx 25 people. I was kind of worried bc I was the only korean in the group and wasn't sure if we would feel out of place. But our waiter (I forget his name, but bless his heart) was so great! He was helpful and nice and not snobby at all. He led us to this giganto room that was SO made for a karaoke party! I loved the sofas and the curtains and disco ball and the flat screen TVs. Feel was affordable too. We got 2 of their specials, which included 3 bottles of alcohol and 2 meals. We stayed for a little over 3 hours and the total was $30 a person, including tip. I thought this was a very fair price for what a great room and service they gave us. The only thing is that it can be confusing to calculate the prices, because we didn't want the bill to get out of hand. It was $60/hr for the room. But if you got the package, it was $170 for a bottle of vodka plus a meal, with a 15% discount and 1 hour discount ($60) off the room... I would have preferred to pay for all 3 hours for the room and the alcohol be less pricey, but added on top of that... Anyhoo... we all had an awesome time. It really was a great atmosphere for a large party like ours. I would highly recommend it for anyone who is looking for a fun place to have a party. I'm still glowing from the night!
by Lino Ducci on I'm So Bored With My Fancy Things And Fabulous Life That I Have To Stand Around At Set. If you are ever looking for a club where everyone is standing around trying to look more bored and more snooty than the person next to them, then Set is the place for you. My friends and I were visiting South Beach for our annual girls' trip with the intention to stir up trouble and show off our increasingly awesome dance moves and we got the opportunity to jump the line and get into Set on Saturday night. We had just come from dinner where we handed out a series of awards (48 to be exact) in categories ranging from "Most Likely To Make Out With A Hot Dog" to "Most Likely To Make An Internet Porn." My friend JoBot had crafted these awards from gold Christmas ornaments and gold ribbon, so by the time we were headed over to Set, we were wearing a ton of gold shit around our necks. Honestly, we looked like Santa's face exploded on our chests. That doesn't even make sense, but Santa's face exploding is pretty funny. We get to Set, and the first thing our friend tells us is that we need to hide the girls' feet who aren't wearing heels (a couple of the girls were in flats/sandals). Uh, really? Oh I'm sorry, I didn't want to injure myself in 5" hooker shoes like the rest of your clientele this evening. Why don't I go back to the hotel and put those on, get a bunch of blisters and then rub my gross blisters on your fancy seating. (Not that this affected me personally, I wear ridiculous shoes everywhere I go because it makes me feel cool.) So we narrowly dodge the shoenazis at the door when we're accosted by bouncers asking us to remove our awards from around our necks. WHAT?! I mean, what if these were just our necklaces and it was part of our outfits? What if these were heirlooms passed down by our great great grandmas in the hopes that we would one day sport them at some stupid South Beach hotspot? Yeah, they could be. Nevertheless, we all had to remove our awards and put them in a cupboard in the front lobby -- personally I think the bouncers probably jacked one or two of them for their gfs because they looked so hot on. Then we were allowed entry into what we could only anticipate was the most exotic, exciting club on the Beach. Or....tranced out Eurohell. Does rateclubs let me put up pics with my reviews? If so, this is where I would insert two pictures. The first would be the almost completely empty club (with a ridiculous line outside - what the hell are they keeping out? Actual business??) The second would be the preposterous people who were actually in there. Imagine a normal dude. Then submerge him fully in a vat of hair gel. Without cleaning him off, clothe him in a filmy long-sleeved button down with a superfruity pattern and than paint a pair of the world's most hideous denim onto his teeny little gel-swathed body and make sure the denim wash is something like "dipped in bleach and studded with more rhinestones than a 10 yr olds' Bedazzle kit." Oh, then wrap him in a belt with a buckle the size of Mount Vesuvius, and then send him to dance with my friends. Besides Eurodudes, everyone inside was standing around looking impressively bored. We decided to follow suit, except our version of looking bored didn't really mesh. We basically made bored faces and took pictures of each other making them, which kind of betrayed the fact that we were making fun of people. How uncool of us. We didn't stay long, even with the promise of celeb clientele. We retrieved our golden, glowing award-necklaces from their snobby cupboards and were off into the night. I would have left an award behind for Set, but I was too bored to think of an appropriately insulting category.
by David M. on OK, the pool scene here has got to be seen to be believed. We had a blast drinking overpriced cocktails and listening in on B-list starlets' cell phone converations. I have never seen so many cowboy hats and fake boobs in my life. It is maybe the most LA thing I have ever seen- hilarious. The rooms, suprisingly, are perfectly nice and not outrageously expensive. All in all, I'd go back. It's very conveniently situated in the heart of the Hollywood beast- which, clearly is not for everyone. But then, neither am I. UPDATE: OK, we weren't technically staying at the Roosevelt this time, but we stopped by on a Saturday afternoon to see a friend who was. A friend who never actually came down to the bar, but whatevs. So it's the typical scene- buffed out douchebags and girls in totally inappropriate bikinis with nine inch hooker heels. Trainwrecks to the left, trainwrecks to the right. So we're having overpriced, yet delicious cocktails when this strange girl approaches me. She tells me that she is the massage therapist for the hotel, and she is bored, and wouldn't I like a free massage? I was highly skeptical, but went for it. It was........................weird. I was so nervous that I was going to have to politely refuse a happy ending that I couldn't really relax. But hey- free massage= free massage. $150 bar bill later and we were outta there.
