by Allie N. on
We came here from our concierge's recommendation. We were looking for a last minute cute/trendy place to get a reservation on a Saturday night and he was able to get us in. The Meat Packing district is very trendy. Maybe a little too trendy where I can't feel at ease. But anyway, we arrived at Buddha Bar (I didn't see a sign for the place though, so we just assumed it was it by the big doors). There was no line and we were immediately seated for our dinner reservation. The place has 2 sections... a dining side and a lounge/bar side. There is no distinct wall for the two sections so the music is SUPER loud to accommodate the lounge side. We only had a table of 4 and we could barely hear each other talk. A lot of screaming. One nice thing about the dining side is that had a lot of large tables for groups that wanted to dine together. So it seems like a good place to start the night if you want to have a big group for dinner... but don't think you'll be able to talk over the music. I had the Chilean sea bass and it was delish! $29 price tag is reasonable for Chilean sea bass. One of the girls in our group got the Black Buddha cocktail and it was sooo good and tasted like juice, but had a legitimate amount of alcohol in it. The cocktails (even a plain cranberry and vodka or jack and coke) start at around $13. We checked out the lounge side after dinner. I wasn't feeling it though. It was infested with 30-something year old men. Not a fan of overly disproportionate male to female ratio. Otherwise, it's a decent place to grab dinner and drinks without paying cover. Very nice decor too.
by Federico Markuson on
Yeah, the Star Bar is an interesting place, filled with even more interesting folks! I've been there more times than I can remember, but there was this one night that was pretty interesting that I will tell you about right....now. So, it's Valentine's Day a few years ago and I am very much by choice alone (I ditched my obnoxious date after dinner.) My friend Julie called and asked me if I wanted to go to their annual Anti-Valentine's Day party. So we headed up there and danced until it got to a point where I had had enough of this old man following me around the floor, grinding his junk into my back (sometimes I thank God that I am ridiculously short.) We went downstairs to the other bar to escape and had a nice time chatting with some new friends about who knows what. We knew it was getting late when the tone upstairs had changed from dance party to very drunk folks singing sad Patsy Cline karaoke. So we decided it was time to stagger out. But hey, we had a great time.