by Nicole V. on rateclubs rateclubs rateclubs! Merry Christmas! I have been to Fado many times. I used to love their combo appetizer platter. It was about $20 and included tempura battered chicken tenders, chicken Quesadillas (a whole lotta goodness stuffed into a potato pancake) pita wedges and a creamy queso for dipping. They have changed their cheese dip so I no longer crave this meal because I used that dip to dunk each of those items in. Anyways... the atmosphere rocks and it's very Irish here. I recently attended a rateclubs Elite party at Fado and here is what I have to say about the bites we were served: Sliders: I didn't even need ketchup on these tasty little guys; Chicken Quesadillas : as good as I remember them...see above; some tomatoes w. balsamic vinegar on a piece of hard bread...I believe that it's called Brie or bruchetta??? It was just meh to me. pigs in the blanket...these were nasty. Our waiters were attentive and sweet as I've experienced every time I've been here. Valet parking is $5 unless you can find a street spot way down the road.
by kim-van t. on I was here Saturday night for the first time, and I gotta say the place rocks. No big sign, no nothing... if it weren't for the gated off smoking area and the big bouncers outside, you can barely tell it's a club (ok, the pounding house music helps). Walk in to a GREAT sound system commanding your heartbeat to follow the bass line of whatever great track the DJ is spinning. Plenty of bartenders (and bar space) so there's no trouble getting drinks. Cheap drinks too so prepare for some craziness. HUGE dancefloor with plenty of fog and lots of screens; great visual stimulation that goes along great with the music. Makes me want to do illegal things.. *sigh*. The second room is a lot smaller and intimate, but still wasnt crowded. I like that you can have a bumping club with two rooms, but still have plenty of "personal" space. After a day at the union street fair I couldnt handle too much crowdedness. All in all a great time. SUPER chill people, great music, and an awesome venue. I'll definately be back.
by Steve M. on I mean seriously. These reviews you guys write are never accurate! This is a lightweight S&M club, at least on Friday. So when you go in a blue polo shirt and your friend wears a nice skirt with a long white overcoat...pretty much your not fitting in.
by Demetrius Gazella on our first mistake was that we came straight after a late happy hour (~9ish). we were the youngest people in the entire place by about 2 decades (other than the staff, of course). despite being pretty empty, all the tables had "reserved" placards on them. on the dance floor, they were playing old school disco and it was all 50year old ladies trying to relive their youth. the space was beautiful (very classic with beautiful chandeliers, wood panelling, elegantly dressed staff, and of course unparalleled views of the city), but i have a story to tell.... it's now ~10pm, and i glumly clutch my drink waiting for time to pass as my roommate keeps insisting that the demographic will change over the course of the next hour. sure enough, somewhere around 11, the old people suddenly vanish (bedtime, i guess), only to be replaced by a completely b&t demographic. it becomes stiflingly crowded. hip hop blasts on the dance floor. my friends leave me for a couple of minutes to refill their drinks, and suddenly random men start eyeing me like hungry wolves on the prowl. i put a sinister scowl on my face--"don't even *think* about it!" i stick to my friends like glue for as long as i can manage. toward the end of the night, a random guy approaches me. "what your name?" he asks. i mutter something unintellible and then, "what's yours?" 30sec pause, "um, it's bob." "why'd it take you 30s to remember your own name?" "well, i'm kinda slow. actually the name's bob-ooo." "your name is bob-ooo?" (hear skepticism ooze from my voice) "well, actually it's harvinder." i give bob-ooo-harvinder a withering glance, and try to dodge away. a random bob marley look-alike grabs at my hand and i recoil. at my recoiling, his arm shoots out and grabs me by the waist. when the hell did this man learn that if a girl recoils when you touch her hand, you should try to grasp her entire body??? i'm getting good at these withering glances. i tell my roommate, enough is enough--we're leaving! man, i never knew a place this elegant could be such a haven for sketchy poseur trash. i'd like to visit again (it's a good place to go when all dolled up), but i think i'll go on a night other than wednesday and just for after dinner drinks with friends....
