by Arnold Golston on Well, this is the 3rd time I've been here. And will be the last. Iguana is a good place for dancing and having a few drinks- and for a big group. But the food is pretty dissappointing and pricey for their quality. I had the chicken with mashed chipotle. It was bland and definitey lacking something special. I squeezed some lemon on the chicken to give it more flavor and still...The same goes for the salsa sauce. It just didn't have 'it'. Although the guacamole was good and possibly the best thing we had. Service was just ok. Nothing special. As for the other dishes that my friends had: taco salad; burger; steak, fajitas. Here we go: the steak was burned.The burger was medium when it was supposed to be well done. My friend asked for ketchup to make the burger more edible. Not the kind of food that you'd want to have second or clean your plate because you enjoy the food so much. It was more like...'I'm paying $20 for my food so let me try eating it the best I can'. $25 later...I almost wished I'd gone to Trader Joe's and make my own chicken at home.
by Jan Comstock on I had heard bad things about the staff here, but thought I'd give it a shot anyways. Bad call. Turned into one of the worst music venue experiences I've ever had. Got out of the cab with an empty beer to throw away at the door. The d-bag spikey haired bouncer proceeded to lecture me on how I almost cost him "his" liquor license and told me I couldn't come in. For real? As I was standing at the door asking him to reconsider, he threatened to fight me and/or call the cops. Their loss, as I was there with 7 other folks all excited to pay cover and drop cash at the bar. They demanded their cover money back, and we split. Ended up walking for ages to find a cab, but then going over to the Boom Boom Room, which was awesome as always. The band I was going to see finished up at Mission Rock and came to the Boom Boom to finish up with a late night set anyways, so all was good in the world. Except Mission Rock. Fuck that place.
by d c. on Nah, this ain' da place for the So. Louisiana fare they're s'pose to be all about -- gumbo's red (vice black-brown roux) an' tastes like it comes from a can; charcuterie and cheese are good; nick-nacks (books, kitchen stuff, candles, "ick") downstairs are off-putting; baked goods and sandwiches shine; has that corporate, Concentric taint, if ya know what I mean. But, still, good on 'em for the reuse of a great old building.
