by Beth H. on
I decided that this is the only place I have ever not written or will ever not write explicitly about. I will say it is an amazing party in every way. But not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach. When you go, keep your mind open and your legs closed. (unless you don't want to of course).
by Amy P. on
Being an Atheist, I wouldn't ex-ac-tly say I'm a religious person. However, if there is a Hell this is what I had always hoped and imagined it to be like. Sexy and dark, cool and sensual.. I love the decor and the vibe. I can definitely see why this place is so crazy popular. Upon entering I felt like I should confess my sins and wouldn't have been at all surprised if the devil himself would have greeted me..with a sly smile and an intoxicating concoction. Obviously Mexican food has been done a million times over but this dark den feels like a debaucherous secret that only sinners and heathens should know about.. Now being that this is obviously the proper place for a twisted soul like myself.. the eternal here-after has to include margaritas and I have to say that these were delish. Strong and flavorful and servers were very kind and without snotitude. Dont they know that they work in the fiery depths of Satan's lair? If they do.. they sure enjoy it and treat us corrupted ones with dignity. Maybe they know that only the best and damned sexiest people will truly end up in the previously mentioned eternal flaming pit of eternal damnation.. If it's anything like Velvet, I'm ready to go anytime.. just make sure I get some appetizers :)
by Avis Sittre on
So the new and second location of Slice scores 100% on a short checklist of things that I enjoy, (namely: pizza, lounges, alcohol, free wireless net and artfully decayed old buildings.) It is an outpost of chic in a neighborhood of bland ballrooms and hotel-housed chain restaurants, and the leather couches, sleek bar, exposed brick walls and tall ceilings give it an ambiance of genuine, unstraining cool. But for all the elements that make it an oasis in the minimally-flavored downtown, it doesn't quite live up to its original location. The pizza was undercooked and less flavorful, the music was old enough to be dated but not enough to be classic (hello, 1998), and on a Wednesday night at 8, what little crowd there was seemed to be staying at the Marriott for a conference. (Take the laminated lanyard badges off, folks. They don't make you look important; they make you look lost and muggable.) Despite that, it's a pretty new restaurant, and it's got good potential. The staff was friendly and even offered to put extra Guinness in the fridge the next time we came in (a group of 6 of us was able to go through all of their pre-chilled Guinness.) As we were leaving, the bartender said something to the effect of "Drop by anytime and say hi; we want to be a neighborhood bar." So while it might be less hip than the Castleberry Hills location, it's also more relaxed, the kind of place I might actually use the wireless net at, and hopefully they'll work the new-restaurant kinks out.