by Willian Albor on
If you can deal with the bro-rific (or yuppie) vibes, and how a boat c. 1929 has been "salvaged" into a shrine of said bro-someness, this is a very nice bar. On a mild July night, not much beats having a beer and enjoying the twinkling Hudson shore, with the skyscrapers of Midtown behind you. Frying Pan is also pretty huge, so I couldn't imagine it getting as crowded and uncomfortable as various basement bars in LES. Plus, they store Corona crates in cubic Costco-esque formations in the bar area. If you've ever wanted to prostrate yourself in front of Goddess Corona, this is a good place to do it.
by Laura T. on
There comes a time in everyone's life where you have to seriously examine the past events and decisions that lead to your present being. One of these times is when you're staring down a scary-ass hyna at an appallingly-named, fully-carpeted club after you elbowed her in retaliation for her elbowing you as she pushed past you, and she's mouthing something threatening at you (which you can't HEAR because the music's so LOUD) while she and her giant, she-male of a friend slowly circle, giving you the look of death, and you're trying to remember whether any of the AP exams you took at your preppy New England boarding school, or your degree in Economics, adequately prepared you for late night fisticuffs with some nasty chick in sparkly black spandex. But then you realize that it doesn't matter, because bitch is wearing strappy stilettos and you're wearing knee-high, steel-toed leather boots, and she could try to cut you, but it would be hard to do so with broken toes and a pair of busted knees. And all this after you dropped $20 cover and 20 minutes at the door, where the wasted girl in the line behind kept periodically pawing you because she repeatedly mistook you for Karishma, who has her ID. Other highlights: dude dancing with his tie, miserable looking people in the VIP, the Return of the Glowsticks, white-haired lady accompanying her grandkids. That said, drinks are only $7 (or so I'm told) and the music was really good. I couldn't really drink because I had a case of the Queasy McGurgles from dinner. I think drunkette behind me had the right idea--this is the type of place where you have to be blackout hammered to enjoy.
by Parker Orji on
Friday was Asia night = Thumbs down $25 cover which I refused to pay = My friend did... I told you it would be bad Music = Good trance and hip hop Little dumb Asian girls trying to sweet talk to get free drinks = nice try, but NO! Maybe this place is better on other nights, but not this night.