by Veronica S. on
South City Kitchen is delicious!! A beautifully elegant yet quite casual restaurant, the ambiance here is relaxing. Service is friendly and on par. I like their cocktail selection, the thyme lemonade cocktail was so refreshing and yummy! ($10-$11 per drink) Their bread basket comes with biscuits and corn bread with pairings of apple butter & butter...yum! I was really impressed with all their appetizers and main courses. The she-crab soup and green fried tomatoes were outstanding ($6-$10 per appetizer). Main courses are a good size portion. The buttermilk fried chicken here is one of their specialities...nearly every table had at least one person ordering it. The chicken is very tender and juicy but the batter is very crisp - paired with mashed potatoes and collared greens, you simply can't go wrong with this! The crab hash was also very flavorful. Entrees are between $14-$18.
by Carl Keeble on
Anti Pop Consortium and Prefuse 73, mainstays of trip-hop, performing at a swanky nightclub in the district of dudes wearing Ralph Lauren striped shirt, the obligatory sporty suit coat, and probably Italian moccasins - aka Metpacking - ? What in the name of Dom Perignon is going on around here? Did Hiro's owner think he was gonna pack 'em in with these guys performing? Did he book them while he was on an acid trip at his apartment while watching Tricky? On impulse? Upon entering Hiro, you're confronted with what the name suggests - a ballroom. Architecturally, it's sort of exciting, if only because the tables and the "couches" where Mr. Perignon introduces himself to the wealthy suitors are planted on the side, not smack dab in the middle of what will quickly become a dance floor. Countless clubs make this mistake - perhaps it's not a financial mistake because there's more chances for Mr. Perignon to acquaint himself with the crowd; but if you wanna get your bootie shakin' and don't care about Mr. Perignon, then these tables are akin to a running back getting stuffed by a linebacker. You don't want obstacles, you want freedom. So the space works. The crowd, meanwhile, a refreshing conglomeration of backpackers who bought the group's t-shirts, chilled out dudes, and the occasional striped shirt, coexisted peacefully as they let the DJ's do their thing. Booze will be priced much the same way as other Meatpacking spot, give or take a buck, but at least the beer lexicon at Hiro extends beyond lame-o Bud Light and Corona, and you can actually get sake and Sapporo and Asahi. I don't know how it works when there's no act, but it was actually fun. Fun happens in a Meatpacking nightclub. Yes, it's true.