by Bob S. on
One thing that amazes me is how little the staff cares about you or anyone else for that matter. We arrive. We are seated. We eat. We pay our bill. At the end of the dinner my friend goes to use the restroom and the waiter then suddenly appears and demands that we give up the table. He angrily demands it several times. I am wondering why? Is this man so completely rude, ignorant, and greedy that he has no clue that we are not lingering or going out of our way to piss him off? Our friend is taking a piss, would he rather want him to whip it out there. I go to the hostess I complain. The two blond morons give me their best "like we care look." Skip this place. They don't care and neither should you. There are much better places in this city than this one.
by Sung Popelka on
I've always enjoyed catching shows here - intimate space, good sound, decently priced drinks. And it doesn't hurt when you are seeing Smith Point, the world's greatest rock band ( http://www.smithpoint.com). Yes, that was a shameless plug for a good friend, but it's well deserved. Allow me to also shamelessly plug the food, specifically the tofu burger. Wow. It was absolutely delicious, came with a heaping side salad, and served up for only $7 (which could have been a mistake as the menu said $8.50. Come for the eats or a show, or both. You can't go wrong either way.
by Sam P. on
Proof that New York hasn't totally lost it's cool. While totally renovated and expanded- bravo Serge! - this former tiny house-head sweatbox has been transformed into a cave of endless possibilities. And with the fantastic new sound system in place, it'll be attracting even bigger DJs than it already has. The crowd on any given night is as mixed as it comes: some hard-core partiers, some trust-fund babies, some Jersey trash, some nouveau New York club kids, and recently some hot hot rateclubsers. We were lucky enough to score the venue for our first ever open community party and it did not disappoint. DJ Van Scott burned up the turntables, and the bar staff couldn't have been nicer or more accommodating. Space to shake your thing, space to lounge around, space to get freaky in the back (not naming names...), all nestled in a hidden basement on Sullivan Street. Look for the double doors and the sign that says "214 Frieght 218." You will not be disappointed.