75-5725 Alii Drive
Kailua Kona, HI 96740
Hawaii County
Phone: (808) 326-7267
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by Pat Ingram on Went to go see a family friend's ska band last night. Looked up the reviews and wasn't expecting much and sure enough, got exactly that. Not from Cali so I had no idea what to think compared to other bars/venues. -the guy at the door in a suit took his job way too seriously... i mean you're insisting on ID-ing a grey-haired old man? -the decor is hideous: are these lights for Christmas or year-round? nothing matched, completely random tables and chairs and "art" -Bar was poorly stocked: out of Seagram's, no Miller Lite, and I got the last Asahi...? -wanted to check out the sushi to see if it was worth anything, but this guy came over and literally yanked the menu out of my hand and said "sorry." Apparently they stop serving food at 9:30pm? -went upstairs to go to the bathroom and couldn't tell which was the men's or women's because neither was labeled. Good thing some woman said she saw a guy go in one of them, so we figured by default the other was the ladies room. - the scene was a bunch of minors with x's on their hands and parents you know were only there to see their kids bands' play. + only plus is that if there was an important game on, they had like 8 flat screens you could watch one on. Not impressed.
by desiree c. on ok so ladies dont wear you highest heels, it turns out bad. Try the shoes you hate, they will get caked with goo. I love this bar, great space. Nobody is stuck up, guys arent too creepy. The drinks are strong and the music dancible. What else could a girl want???
by Noel Cabugos on I am sorry, dear owners and partners of 330 Ritch, I don't mean to shit on your leading car while it's raining at your parade, but, last night your bouncer verbally and emotionally assaulted me, displayed physical aggression toward me while standing six inches from me, and proceeded to be an ass afterwards. It was my good friend's birthday yesterday and a whole bunch of us were having drinks to his health. It was a Giants home game day. He wanted to go to District (read "no parking"). We met up around 7, around 8:30 I learned that he parked somewhere illegally in someone's lot on Ritch street. Around 9:30 I found his keys in his jacket and decided to sneak out to move his car to a safer spot, given that game was over and there was probably more legal parking available around the area. I went outside and started looking for his car using point-and-press-unlock technique, because I don't even know what make it is, let alone model. I found it near what appeared to be an entrance to a club - four large serious guys at a door and a line of people. I got in the car and started it, then I realized that I am probably a little too tipsy to drive a stick shift, given that my daily driver is a tiptronic and I learned the hard way not to ride my bike tipsy - I got knees to prove that, not doing it again. I think I am a reasonable person - and I think it is reasonable not to want to crash a friend's car while tipsy. No DUI, no broken friendships, thank you. This is where the fun part starts. I shut off the car, get out, and start calling the birthday boy so he can come and move his car. Out of nowhere a mountain of a man appears and starts screaming on top of his massive lungs to "MOVE YOUR CAR." I try to explain that this isn't my car, and that I am in the process of getting someone to move it. I couldn't even shove two words in. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" This mountain all of a sudden gets a little dangerous for my well-being. I get back in the car. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" All while trying to talk to my friend so he can come by. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" This guy is 6'2" tall, probably nearly 300lbs, shaved head, mean ass facial hair. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" His arm goes up in the air and he smashes at the driver seat window. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" I locked the car somewhere sometime between all the "MOVE YOUR CAR!" Voice like a fucking cannon. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" I am a 100lbs girl. Dude. How is this right? Oh wait, there is more! Shit just keeps getting better! "MOVE YOUR CAR!" I am trying to tell him I can't move the car. "YOU GOT THE KEYS. MOVE YOUR CAR!" - "It's not my car! I can't move it! I can't drive it!" - "MOVE YOUR CAR!" It's like trying to have a conversation with a megaphone. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" Like, the emotional damaged inflicted upon me is already enough to start crying. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" I'm a big girl, no crying. "MOVE YOUR CAR" He is bashing at the windows, side, front, with his 300-pound fist non-stop at this point while screaming "MOVE YOUR CAR!" loud enough to get people to come look. Trying to have a conversation with this "person" is no longer a reasonable thought. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" "MOVE YOUR CAR!" My buddy finally makes it, "MOVE YOUR CAR!" I see him turning around the corner and unlock the car to get out. This guy yanks the door open! "MOVE YOUR CAR!" I get out of the driver's seat to let my friend in, who can only repeat "What the hell is going on here!" and make sure that I am ok. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" As he gets in the car, I look at this mountain of a guy and tell him that is what I was trying to do all this time. Response, surprisingly is still "MOVE YOUR CAR!" What the hell? "You see, we are moving the car! What are you going to do?!" "I AM GONNA SMACK YOU." SAY WHAT?!?! And then what? Seriously, dude. Jail? Again, just to remind you, this is a 300lbs 6'-tall black dude with shaved head against a 100lbs 5'5" girl. What the hell? What is wrong with you people? I found out he works at 330 Ritch after all my friends wanted to go to an 80s party there - because he went in, got me and "asked" me to leave. Does this guy ever communicate on levels below 110 decibels? Here is the sad part. I had a video camera with me the entire time. I could have recorded that, but I was in such intense shock from being yelled and smashed from all sides while in the car that I couldn't think of anything but duck-and-cover. I have seen and met a lot of bouncers. I respect them most in the scene. Read all my other club reviews. Slide/Ruby Skye, Vessel, Ambassador, Harlot - dammit, the most gentle strong giants in the world of entertainment in this city. WHAT THE F*** WAS THIS? How could anyone in such damaged state get a job like that? Why aren't people screened for anger management problems?
