by Alesia Basha on
Kind of funny another reviewer commented on the Ketel One because the same thing happened to me. After a $5 cover charge, I'm served an $8 drink in a plastic cup. I intially gave them the benefit of the doubt and thought maybe (just maybe) all the proper glasses were dirty. I guess not because of the four of us, only one was spared the plastic. Oh, the vodka was obviously not Ketel and the drink was beyond weak. The space is awkward and too crowded. There were maybe 40 patrons on the main floor and you couldn't move and were constantly being slammed into and shoved by more people coming in. The circular bar is a great concept, but it's just too big for the space. Music sucked. The two little hipsters that were into it "danced" and only contributed to the inability of people to move around them. VIP area?? Whatever, it's the Castro. What a stupid concept. I'm all for an "upscale" venue in the neighborhood (upscale meaning sans guys in hoodies and "vintage" t-shirts), but this place needs to take baby steps on that whole idea considering how small the space is anyway. Why further limit space for patrons to move?? I'll give it another try, but only if there isn't a line. When will these club owners understand that if you try to make a place too exclusive, you're ultimately going to alienate everyone else and fail. I really do believe there is a market for gays in the Castro who are sick of the same old grungy, overly casual scene. Hopefully Trigger will learn and adapt.
by Carmon Missey on
Yeah, yeah, the atmosphere is awesome (though I think the place needs a refurb or something. It looks a little threadbare, especially after all the reviews I read on here about it being classy). The sound is spot on, but can we talk about the service? The name Bimbo's is all too fitting. My boyfriend and I met my parents here to see a classical composer/pianist (not usually my gig, but this guy is a genius). First, it took about 45 minutes for a waitress to come to our tables. During this time period we watched the table 2 feet away from us get two rounds of drinks. Upon seeing the second round delivered, we asked if she could maybe take our order. "Someone will be by to help you" Oookay...So we wait. Finally we get the damn drinks, which were quite good. After an hour the waitress decides to flit by again and my mom asks for some water. She brings the water and proceeds to spill it all over my mother AND NOT APOLOGIZE. In fact, she looked at my mom as if it were her fault. My mom had not even come in contact with the glass until its contents ended up on top of her. Look, I know that people make mistakes and its completely forgivable for a waitress to fuck up and spill a drink. But bitch, please, at least pretend you're sorry, even if it is for the sake of your tip.
by Elissa S. on
This place gets 1 star for being a gay bar (woohoo!), and one star for being on the UWS (gotta love being within walking distance). It's definitely pretty divey. There's a pool table in the back, and it's either being patronized by some of the best gay pool sharks in the city, or some dykes (i.e. me and my friends) who are trying to step up their game to play with the big girls at Gingers. My friends and I are often the only women in there, and we keep requesting they have a "ladies" night, mainly because we're tired of schlepping all the way out to the west village for cubbyhole, or alllllll the way out to Brooklyn. It's not a great bar, but hey, at least the UWS has a gay bar in the neighborhood.