3127 Red Banks Road North
Byhalia, MS 38611
Marshall County
Phone: (662) 838-6350
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Joe M. on Hype, Hype, Hype. This was my first trip to the land of "Brotherly Love". I had a mission: to get all the cheese steaks I could in a week, then make my decision who (to me) was the best of four. This over hyped place came in last. I had never heard of this place and I wish I never had. The people who recommended Geno's saw it on TV. I read some reviews, paid attention to the bad ones, and wanted to try The Tourist Trap". My GF, her BFF and I had of all intentions of making this our first stop. We landed on Saturday morning, unpacked and headed right to the area. We were gonna do the Geno's/Pat's spit and get both, but the lines were outrageous. Pat's went around the building and Geno's was on the other block. Eh, well come later on in the week. During that time we sneaked in two places, so I did have a gauge to work of off. The next time we went, the line was considerably smaller. Pat's line was also smaller so we did the split. I go to Geno's and they go to Pat's. During this time I was told about the owner's (who is obviously of an immigrant decent) rants about being "American" and the importance of speaking English while ordering. I was even thinking of making up some weird accent, like Borat, to see what would happen. In my heart I wanted to have fun, but I really wanted to eat the "cheese steak" with out any fuss. Plus in the back of my head, I could hear my GF giving me crap for even thinking it. While in line noticed all of the Star F**ker's pictures all spread out like, well, like cheese. Pictures of "famous" and people I had never heard of, all of which had signatures. Who cares? Way too much Hollywood fluff going on for me. On the sidewalk was a memorial for some of the police officers who have died in the line of duty, interesting. I'm looking for the famous sticker, but not at the order window. Apparently, there are two order windows. One for the cheese steak, the other for the drinks and fries. Both counter people were rude, I have an idea why, and were very short. At the window for the cheese steak, I told the behemoth of a man, which one I wanted (Provolone), before I got my change back, the sandwich was being given to me. Interesting. Not sure if they were pre-made or just fast. Like cattle, you walk to the next window. There I had to tell the behemoth of a woman what I wanted to drink. Before I could utter a word, a guy comes from behind me and states he didn't get one of his sodas. She replies, "You didn't get it". This clever meeting of the minds lasted for 5 min. The witty exchange between the two ended by the man finally getting his soda. Walking away I finally notice the sticker. I really won't repeat it. I still feel nauseous thinking about the meaning and the history of signs like that. "Whites Only", "No Mexicans" so on. Armed with my "famous" Geno's cheese steak, a drink, and fries. I notice that grease is seeping though the bag. Are you serious?! The last two sandwiches had little to no grease. Walking to Pat's I find my BF and her buddy. They grab a seat to wait for me. Sitting there, I pull out the Geno's sandwich and my GF made her famous "eeewwww" face. We had to rush to Independence Hall cause we had tickets for a tour. So my GF BFF decides to drive while we sit in the back seat to sample our food. Let me put it this way; It sucked. If you decide to make public rant about your own controversial political views, you had better have the best Philly Cheese Steak in the world, the universe, to back you up. I could have gotten a better tasting sandwich at one of the Greek places in Montebello. It was bland. No flavor whatsoever. The bread was soggy from being saturated by grease. If I knew the life span on this thing was 10 minutes, we would have eaten it on the way to the car. Please, stay away from the hype. No picture wear taken. It was so shiny, it would have been like taking a pic of the sun.
by Felipe Strauhal on Walking down Ocean Blvd., this seems to be the one club that's very open about what's going on inside. They have TV screens showing employees dancing on the bar, and views are wide open so you can see throughout the rest of the club. Mansion, B.E.D., SoBe Live, etc., all seem to hide the inside through a thick curtain. Why? I don't know how to salsa, but my girlfriend and I stopped by after seeing the dancers on the screen. We avoided the cover charge by getting in pretty late, and took up a table near the dance floor, watching the rest of the night as various dancers showed their moves. Made me really wish I knew how to dance...this was enough motivation to take lessons soon. Drinks are reasonably priced, staff are pretty friendly, and free shows all the time - either on stage, or on the floor. Definitely a great place to stop, whether you're going to be dancing or just watching.
by Harley Daquip on I don't know if it is the special all the time or if it was just the special on Saturday night, but a shot of Cranberry infused vodka and a Vodka Cranberry. YUM! Why I have I never noticed this? Vertigo is fun, but it is douche bag central. Jason C.: I'm going to go to the bathroom. Don't let any douche bags hit on you. Justine: I'll be fine With in seconds I was attacked by douche bags. I am seriously a douche bag magnet. Jason C.: I leave you alone for two mins... Then when I went to the bathroom a loser had the balls to ask me if my tits were real. I said that's fucking rude. You don't ask that to a stranger. He then proceeded to try to bribe me to let me let him touch them to see if they "truly are real...girl." Just another day in the life of a douche bag magnet. Vertigo though is still always a good time. They play good music, the dance floor is fun, and there is always cool people in the sea of douche bags.
