by Barney Kearney on
This place reminds me of my Oakland Catholic High School. OK, slightly less (or more?) than metaphoric, I'd be willing to wager a good portion of the patrons WENT to my high school. That hunch is one part eerie familiarity of faces, one part safe and boring types of people with a dash of metered diversity. Everyone having a good time - "but let's not get crazy." Patrons were mostly older than 23, which I appreciated, mostly friendly and down to earth types. The drinks were cheap. The ambiance was kitschy tiki paraphernalia goes to the Ruby Room. The music wavered between several degrees cheesier than top 40 to some decent hip hop from the 90's. The dance floor was equally moody, though constant were the roaming eyes of the men, in larger numbers by far than women. Lots going on in here. Of course leave it to me to try and psychoanalyze the token "space invader*" I kind of like that this guy was obviously moving woman by woman with the same overbearing approach (consistent fail), and no one kicked him out...and I kind of don't like it. In my ideal bar, this kind of behavior would be confronted. In fact, I viewed it as a teachable moment. My attempt failed: Him, literally jumping in between my friends and me (talking): HI!!! [awkward pause, he gyrates to music]. Me: You are a space invader. Him, unfazed: Hey, fake it till you make it! Me: But you are in my space. [circular hand motions] In. My. Space. And you just interrupted my conversation. Him: [blank stare] Me: What are you trying to fake? Him: Having a good time! Me: [Restraining zinger comment] Hmm Him: Hey, your glasses are neat. They look really heavy. Do they fall off your face? PROCEEDS TO TOUCH MY GLASSES. OH NO HE DIDN'T. ---communication cut off here ---- The moral of the story: the bar is not a social skills therapy session, nor a classroom. *TM social pragmatics
by Peggy P. on
Came here around 3pm one afternoon to kill time before attending a Late Show taping ... the mojitos are excellent!! I ordered the pomegranate mojito and my friend ordered the strawberry one. WOW, the ratio of alcohol in the drink was just perfect. Definitely one of the best I've had ever. The place looked amazing, too, compared to other restaurants I've seen. Wish I had more time to try the food and the bar/club downstairs to make this a more fair review. So, just a heads up, this review is based on the appeal of the interior and the mojitos.
by Hugh Philben on
Bruno's is the bizarro world in the middle of the most awful looking strech of street I've seen in a long time. I admit, I did the reactive car door lock, even though they were already locked. Amidst seeing Bruno's, I judgmentally assumed I was in for a night of a dive bar, which I had not dressed for (I HATE being that dolled up girl in the middle of a pool bar. I can wear jeans and a hoody, too). We walked in and I was pleasantly surprised. The front room isn't much to look at, but it's cozy, and that feels oh so good in the middle of a foggy night. We went up the back staircase to the Pussy Cat Lounge, and I loved the set up. Tables for food (it was a private party), poles for everyone to have fun on, and plenty of plush seating. Downstairs, there was another lounge area with quieter music, and then a whole other room with a dance floor. I know this can't always be recreated, but the best part of the night was just the crowd that was there. They were energetic, fun, educated, and all there to have a good time. It was a great night full of dancing and meeting great new people.