by Kerstin Chasen on
I came here twice without noticing I've been here already. Such a waste of time and money.... This place is overpriced, over hyped, and flat out terrible. The cool part about both nights were the bouncers. They didn't give us a hard time because we knew them. Other than that both nights was a complete disaster. We had our own table and all but the experience there still sucked. The dance floor was mostly asian dudes dancin with each other and some chicks that stood around like deadbeat zombies. My highlights of the night - Funky white boy next to my booth was making out and was all over some asian girl all night long even when guys at the club including myself were throwing ice at them to take that shit elsewhere. - Some super slutty looking chick in a bikini was giving guys lap dances and tube shots for a ridiculous price while being photographed as if she was some porn star. - Some jerk took my Belvedere bottle and smashed it on my table because he was pissed off about something. - The jerk caught a mean beating. - Nicest person in the club all night was the freakin guy who works in the restroom squeezing soap on peoples hands and giving them paper towels.
by Latina Luth on
A 1-star review flying in the face of all these 4s and 5s, what could possibly be my beef? Well, it wasn't the food (that was decent) and it wasn't the waitstaff (they were friendly and accommodating). Carman, however, UNBELIEVABLY rude. I recently went for my first outing, based on the recommendation of a friend. It was early Sunday afternoon, the place is tiny, & I hadn't called ahead, so I was okay with the 40 or so minute wait. Went for a stroll around the block and was seated soon after returning. The waiter introduced himself, asked for our names, and welcomed us once we sat down. So far, so good, right? The place is tiny, I mentioned that right? It's relevant because that meant that our table was literally within arm's reach of the kitchen. That becomes an issue in a moment. While finishing our brunch, my companion & I both slowed down the rate at which we were eating but were by no means stopped & loitering. However, it seems we were not eating fast enough for Carman, as she actually leaned over and says to us... "If you're not eating, leave, there are people waiting for that table." Thinking back, I wish I'd had a retort ready to throw back but was awestruck by the sheer disrespect she was showing two paying customers. I don't know what your problem is, Carman, maybe daddy didn't hug you enough growing up or you watched Seinfeld's "Soup Nazi" episode one too many times, but you don't have to worry about me occupying one of your precious tables ever again. I'm never going back. And I'll be telling everyone I know the same.
by James F. on
I've hit this Trudy's a couple of times over past year of so. Since the change of location for the South Star, most of the Trudy's have been off my radar. I remembered this location and decided to stop in for a late lunch. This location is nice nestled underneath some trees just off Guadalupe. So in traditional Austin style, you buy a house and add on turning it into a restaurant. The interior is decent in the upstairs dining area. The lower bar is a bit darker but a nice place to kick back those famous Mexican Martinis. I come to Trudy's for the fish tacos. On the fish scale, they are fairly high on my list as some of the best in the city (fried version). Tender fish coated with red tortilla strips and deep fried producing a crispy crust. I won't give them dibs for the tortilla; but the purple cabbage, cilantro, and the chipotle sauce works well for an overall nice bite. The refried beans were acceptable but the rice needs a makeover. The two salsas are tasty. I am especially partial to the tomatillo as it is similar to my version. My service today was adequate but I question what some of these servers wear to work. Imagine my wife's extreme v blouse showing off some man cleavage (105lbs worth) with rolled up skinny jeans. If my fashion sense were one of those pie graphs it would read 11% emo, 9 % country, and 80% preppy biker. Before I call What not to Wear on the poor fella, I'll say this Trudy's has taken the place of the old South Star in my book.