by Jimmi J. on
Went to La Vida for a birthday dinner last night. Going forward, I'm speaking my voice with my dollars as this place will never get another one of mine. The layout is pretty nice. Very trendy, very stylish. +3 stars. Room was a little too dark for reading the menu, but we have cell phones and can get over that. The service - Our server (Gavin) was great! 4 stars!!! He was the best part of this entire establishment. He should definitely go to a better place to serve, as he's too good for this place. Okay, so you're asking, 1 star??? Why, this doesn't seem so bad so far... The food - ehh.. I guess maybe 2 stars. There's nothing to write home about here, and being in the city of LA, there's a hole-in-the-wall every 100 feet serving mexican food that beats this place. I had the beef tacos. the meat was plain, not too flavorful. The whole dish was cold... Cold rice, cold black beans, cold tacos... I also asked for a side of cheese, which never happened... But I'm sure it ended up on our $1,000 bill at the end of the night... Then things went downhill... During our meal the place started converting into a nightclub. Pretty cool idea, right??? We don't have to roll somewhere else to continue the b-day festivities. But it wasn't so cool. Staff and clubbers keeping bumping us and our table while "Extreme Club Makeover" hosted by Australian Douche Bag aka the General Manager. So the tipping point. A DJ sets up in our room and is sound checking and playing some lame crap that's putting us to sleep. So I decide to add a little energy and begin a little drum session with my silverware on the table. As I'm feeling a little Neal Pert flowing through me, I am all of a sudden surrounded by about 5 men in black, and the douche mentioned above with the really bad accent. He grabs my shoulder and shouts, "Stop Now!!" Excuse me??? He didn't say, excuse me, please don't do that. Or, thank you for spending a thousand dollars here, but can I please ask you to refrain from playing the drums on my table and glasses... Nope, instead I'm just surrounded by the starting lineup of the Island of Samoa's National Football team w/ flashlights borrowed from the LAPD and Crocodile Du-Don't as head coach all forming a game plan around me... F this place... Some clubber girl came up to us and said she watched the whole thing and that it was a bunch of bull-isht. See Croco-Do-Da, you should hire me and not DJ's spinning Yanni... I've gone on enough, but the atmosphere continued to decline as it turned into full club mode. The security are oversized mooks that really enjoy their power of the line rope. Yelling at everyone for one thing or another... I can't say much else about the club as we decided it was our time to leave the land of Hollyweird... Yeah, I must admit that I'm a little biased, cause I'm not much for the club scene in LA... That's my 2-cents...
by Clair Hailstock on
The trek down there eliminates a star unless you're already in the Chelsea area. The idea of an outdoor bar and grill on a boat was awsome, but good luck looking for seats after 6pm. When i got there i felt like a hunter hunting for seats and tables. We finally found one on a wobbly boat, hahah.. like walking on stable ground while drunk isn't hard enough. The food was just ok. A bit pricey. But overall a very chill place to kick back and relax on a cool evening. Two tips: Get there early & stay on the dock
by Jeremy Busto on
YES,..the women are gorgeous..YES,The door is tough to get through..YES,The place is pretty..YES,The music is decent. But beyond that .that doesn't make it fun..I mean..I have done E here and was still bored off my t*t ..that's all i have to say.. that, and ,a well lit club is a club full of self conscious people unwilling to let their hair down (especially model types)...But the Women are pretty. (Make you say "god damn!!") . So if you want that - (we men are but simple creatures) - GO figure out how to get in. I will say, in terms of clubs, this place will consistently get some of the best lookers in clubdom.