306 Union Avenue
Providence, RI 02909
Providence County
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by Hilton Jaurez on Formerly Austin's mecca for hipster stardom, Beauty Bar doesn't pack them in the way it used to. Sure, they still have the occasional DJ or afterparty that keeps the dance floor bumping, but Beauty Bar seems to have mostly lived the oh-so-short lifespan that all things hipster receive. Still, that shouldn't mean that we need to forget about it altogether. (After all, hipster-ism is nothing without nostalgia). Yes, it's still one of the more divisive places in Austin. People will either swear its the best bar in the city or shun it for its flavor-of-the-month chic. I'll try to be objective, despite the number of nights I've spent sweating on the dancefloor or complaining about the drink prices. So, yes, there will be sweaty hipsters. There will be awesome dancing. There will be sweaty hipsters doing awesome dances. While the PA system is god-awful (trust me, you don't want to see a band here) Beauty Bar makes up for it by having a good assortment of totally dance-able DJs. The bar itself has a nice aesthetic with plenty of sparkling things and a well-sized dance area, and the bartenders are polite enough. The outdoor patio area - though it is snobbishly displayed in the front of the bar on nights that BB has a cover - is pretty rad. The central drawback - as others have noted - is the prices. The drinks are simply too expensive. At heart, Beauty Bar is a hip dive, and the prices should reflect that. Not that anyone is buying anything but PBRs anyways, but I digress. It seems like most people have decided on Beauty Bar before even stepping in the doors. If you check your hangups, you can have a hell of a time shaking your booty here...just be prepared for your bar tab afterward.
by Rene Buffett on As a huge Top Chef fan, I made it a point to go here while I was in Atlanta for business. The atmosphere is amazing, very natural and welcoming. The lighting is nice and soft and the bar area is very nice too. We only had to wait five minutes for a table and the bartender personally came over to ask us if we wanted a drink, while the bar was half-full. The dining area is huge and you walk by a small kitchen, immediately smelling the wood burning stove. The smell is seriously intoxicating and when I got the menu, I made sure I got something "wood grilled" so it could have that flavor. Our table was close to the kitchen so we could see Kevin working and he was very cool when people would point and stare (due to the Top Chef thing) and take pictures of him. The menu changes daily so it's tough to recommend but the prosciutto wrapped arugula was amazing and the caramelized apples were too. I had a main dish and it was very filling, without a side. All of the food is amazingly fresh and really, really tasty. My only complaint, Kevin did seem to get annoyed after a while of people pointing, which is understandable and while he was there to see, he wasn't as engaged with customers, or only certain ones. And, my clothes REAKED of wood burning stove for three days. I seriously had to fluff them in the dryer to get that smell out. Not QUITE what I expected. But the food was still really good.
by Jeffrey K. on I've danced at the Starlight Room on many occasions with the San Francisco Ski Club on Tuesday evenings. On Saturday, September 10, 2005 I took some friend there. (Previously had dinner at Postrio and an art opening at Martin Lawrence Gallery, both very pleasant.) I looked around and found many tables with "RESERVED" signs. So I asked this tall, blond, slim hostess for a reservation. Her reply was "Take care of me." Wow!, I was stunned. I live in San Francisco, but I'm really a New Yorker, so I've got a wee bit of attitude. I escorted my friends to a "RESERVED" table near the dance floor, removed the sign, and, after waiting 10 minues for a server, ordered drinks. I promised to vacate the table if the "RESERVED" party showed up. We ordered, and received a round of drinks. A few minutes later a group left a check and a table nearby. I moved my party to that table (and restored the "RESERVED" sign at the original table.) The hostess for our next round suggested that the just abandoned table was also reserved. (She got a tip, but ...) This was, indeed, a study in the new San Francisco. Nobody was seated at the original table. Here's our conclusion: 1. The hostess and servers are involved in a conspiracy to sell tables to unsuspecting tourists. 2. We each paid a $15 cover charge. OK, no problem 3. These folks did not have real reservations. (At popular, fancy places it is considered acceptable to bribe the Maitre 'd for a table.) 4. The staff at Harry Denton's was selling tables. Shame! (I saw Harry at the last BWB. Is he really that out of touch?)
