by Katie H. on
Sugar Cafe is so random. Lame location, booze, coffee, white vinyl, fireplaces... it kind of works though! I came here a few years ago for a birthday celebration in the room upstairs. As I recall, they were very generous with the birthday girl, who had provided a hosted bar for her guests. Bartenders definitely slipped us a few extra cocktails. Also, I believe there was no fee for the upstairs party balcony. I came to Sugar Cafe again for a happy hour mixer, and again they were very accommodating. We were provided with $5 drink specials, $1 of which was given back to the evening's organizers to be contributed to charity. It was a bit drizzly and a Monday, so clearly I felt that some red wine was in order. I was feeling indecisive and asked the bartender for the best red. "Oh, the _____. You'll thank me," he said. "Hmm, you looked like you would have an opinion," I sparkled back. He then provided me with a hefty pour- at least 9 ounces. The wine was priced on the menu at $10. My wine was delicioso and did the job. When I was done, I went to pay my tab.... and it was $5. WHAT?! Fabulous. I tipped $3 and went on my merry way. I never come here because the location is uber lame, but when I do the service is always great!
by Cristopher Pierannunzio on
I see a lot negative reviews for this place but I've enjoyed myself here each time I've come. I have to add though, that I've been on the guestlist each time so avoided the $15-20 fee. I wouldn't come here, or any club for that matter, if I had to pay $15+ to get in. So keep that in your back pocket. The decor is elegant, though I would prefer a bit darker lighting, the doormen and bartenders are actually friendly, and the music is a mix of 80's/90's/and top 40's of today, which is what I'm looking for when I come to a club like this. Props to the attendant in the bathroom who deftly turns the sink knobs off and on at the speed of light to give you that perfect blend of warm water cascading down the epidermis of your hands. Smelling like old spice and giving you a toothy grin, he'll comfort you in a way once reserved for the likes of calico cats on corrugated tin rooftops. Oh, the days of yore! You enter the bathroom alone but you leave with a new BFF. This is life. This, is Rouge.