by Edward L. on
Ok, it was the saturday of the 37th Inman Park Festival (another review entirely); I had met a vision of a woman and had an impromptu first date with her and my children that was something like a 90's Julie Robert's movie; complete with us making a dash from the rain to my flat and her gracing my VJ's Santa Monica hoodie (which I obviously will never wash again) and going to Parish. The meal minus drinks was comp'ted and had Rockefeller Oysters and swooned while my children watched a bit uneasily but happy for their recently ditched daddy. Unlike me lately, the menus at Parish are stable; they are written on the wall. The staff was very accomidating making ham & cheese and grilled cheese on croissants for the kids where there was no pre-existing kids menu. We sipped wonderful bloody tonics (kinda of like a screwdriver but with blood oranges juice and Kettle One). I fell in love but was too pathetically despate to play it slow and cool with this NFL players daughter and I may never be lucky enough to record her playing guitar and singing Grateful Dead songs in my living again but I will surely return to the Parish. It's nextdoor and I have a sneaky suspicion the bar could use my company.
by Wallace Otsu on
*update 4/17/07* As fate would have it I ended up at Vessel a week after my initial visit, this time later in the evening when it was in full time club mode. And you know what? It didn't suck. No cover, decent music and lots of pretty girls that ignored me. Sounds about right. So I'm bumping Vessel from two to three stars. *original review* There's been a lot of talk on rateclub about Vessel so when Todd set up a DYL there I knew I had to stop by for at least a drink or two. I'm still trying to figure out why people would actually wait in line and pay a cover to get into this place. The space is fine, although it reminded me more of an upscale hotel lobby than a club. Drinks are pricey (no happy hour specials at Vessel!) which is to be expected but if I'm paying $10 for a cocktail it shouldn't come in a plastic glass. And the ear splitting, howler monkey sounds that are pumped into the bathroom are down right annoying. Would I return to Vessel? Probably, but only on someone else's dime. And there's no way in hell that I'd beg a bouncer to let me in.