by Todd W. on Decent spot with pretty good food. A few too many wannabe douchebags, or douchebag wannabes, for my tastes. Kind of feels like a tourist trap. But still, I stop by now and then for the food, friendly service, and douchebag watching.
by Kat C. on ~ HAPPY FEET 2009 ~ The equation for good times: Hakobo (Fresco) + Stiff drinks (recommend the 330 experience and this other one with pear or something...forgive me for forgetting...that's alot of F's) + Hip, funky crowd + random old school beats + no creeps + some MJ + good shoes = .........wait for it.... GOOD TIMES Drinks are XYZ expensive.. $10+ ... and dangerous (creepers...) Hey... I had a good time, tho. THANKS for another awesome event, Fresco! Can't wait for Soul Slam 2009!
by Charla Nellem on I used to club a lot. But as time goes by life intrudes, hangovers require more than greasy food to heal, and my significant other frowns upon me sharing my ass so freely. In many ways it's like church. I'm not religious but many friends have trimmed weekly services to only the biggies... Christmas and Easter. Visiting Temple was like my friend's church refresher. I drank holy spirits, exercised my demons, listened to house hymns and took more than one red bull vodka in communion with my attractive neighbors. There are multiple ways to worship at Temple. Upstairs you can join the main parish and dance to the DJ preacher. The crowd in the upstairs sanctuary felt slightly ghetto-tastic but with a friendly vibe. A good mix of clubfolk booty-shook "Peace be with you" to popular clubby beats and decent hip hop. Downstairs, sinners spun in catacombs to house and old sunday-skool hiphop. Be sure to sine your pitty on the runny kine to get in free before 11. Everyone wants a slice of heaven, but the saintly bouncers may deny born again clubbers after 12:30am if the club's at capacity. Avoid club purgatory by saying a prayer and showing up a little early.
