by Prince H. on
Like most successful clubs or lounges in New York, Gold Bar finds its audience among the impoverished rich--i.e. among the people who, having received most of all of the presents in the world's gift, still think themselves cheated of the ineffable. New York City maintains in sufficient luxury a satisfactory number of senior level bankers, corporate lawyers, c-level executives of various industries, models, actors, and athletes troubled by the vapors of ennui. Like the repertory company seen in contemporary gossip columns, they had been to all of the parties and wondered why it wasn't possible to escape into a happier domain (presumably as exclusive as Walter Annenburg's estate in Palm Springs) where even the least articulate wishes might promptly be granted and where death came only to the poor. Upon piquing the interest of the equestrian class of New York, Gold Bar reveals the preliminary tricks of its trade: exclusive door policy, kitsch architecture, female employees of incomparable beauty, themed cocktails, DJs that alternate between new wave, rap, and rock. Go if you must (if you can get in). You will have fun. I liked it the first few times. It is what it is. Just don't get caught up in the "scene." The people who like Gold Bar are in love with the idea of the thing and not the thing itself. They are in love with being a part of the beau monde in New York. But this is nothing new (the American preference for the invisible). Of those who buy jogging shoes, most do not jog. The menu in most American restaurants is more interesting than the food. A television commercial is an artifact more subtly made than the product it advertises. Apartments on Fifth Ave sell for millions not because they buyers want a place to live, but because they seek a state of grace. And the current stories about old school Hamptons-like bacchanalias at Gold Bar belong to the realm of surrealist fiction.
by Alicia Claire H. on
zyzztzttzzz...ok. I normally write reviews about places I love, and I was loving my moment at Trigger, as I was already good and boozy when I arrived and was with my lover and two FAB friends. I mean we could have gone anywhere and I would have been happy, so when we got to Trigger I was excited about the prospect of a new spot to be wild in. The 2 stars are for the interesting and eclectic staff. There were boy bartenders, lady cocktail servers and both ladies and gentlemen go go dancers. Different for the Castro, and I thought precious. The non existent 3 stars is for the non existent dance floor. I mean really I am a lady who, like RuPaul says, wants to "DANCE FOR HER LIFE" but there was zero space for this once the place was shoulder to shoulder packed. Also this place is kind of a joke in thinking they are fancy enough to have a VIP area at all. I had been upstairs all night, apparently before the VIP status had been instated for the evening, and when I went downstairs to use the ladies, I was stopped on the stairs by the bouncer who told me if I left the "VIP" area I could NOT go back up because I did not have the special VIP stamp...ummm.. Well, anyone who knows me well, knows that I lost it and threw a fit How dare he tell me I cannot leave to use the ladies when there is no restroom upstairs, and all my friends were up there and I had been there all night. Lucky for me I am a girl who gets her point across, because as I turned to stamp away the bouncer grabbed my arm and whispered that he would let me back up. As if he were doing me such a favor. Oh Please. So..will I be going back to Trigger...not unless I am once again good and booozy already and with people who DRAG me there. xooxo
by Yoko Andary on
I went here for a friend's birthday and I must say that it did not live up to the hype. I thought the prices were a bit high and the food was not that good. The wait staff was slow and got very confused when we asked them to split the tab. All in all, I will most likely not go back. I would much rather eat at Hong Kong Harbor next door.