by Meena N. on
It would be 1 star, but they stay open an hour or two later than everybody else meaning I can get my drink on extra long and sober up. Why...oh why. I'll only go here if people chose it before me. Luckily I'm the party planner of my group most of the time so I won't be choosing to come here again...or will I? DO NOT PARK HERE. Park at Union Square and take a taxi down to the club because you're in the tenderloin. It's ghetto. HOW GHETTO? Let's just say I saw a shop owner and a random bum duking it out... ONE had a freakin' CROWBAR! With that said, if you have a shitty car and don't care if it gets broken into or stolen or you want to take that risk, we found side street parking easily which was at the most a block or two from the club, not bad. THIS PLACE IS HOT. Not the good hot, the I'm-just-walking-through-the-crowd-and-sweating-li ke-a-pig HOT. It's not cute. The heat and the sweat mixed together goes to make really bad B.O. Please people, wear your deodorant! I hate when people marinate in their cologne, but please do it here! GUYS have no respect here, I've never had so many guys grab my hands and PULL me towards them while i'm in HEELS, and walking away. It's like they're trying to clothesline me. If you want to wrestle, let me take my shoes off first, please. Not only that, I had my ass grabbed several times by I couldn't even find out who- and was pretty much dry raped by a random dude that thought it sexy to just grab by the hips and do the pelvic thrust...semi-erect. DISGUSTING DUDE. DRINKS are given in tiny cheapie cups with ice that resembles the iceberg that sunk titanic. I'd like some alcohol with my ice, please. With all that bad stuff said, I've heard the best music mixes HERE. Go up stairs and get some air, it's not bad. The mix of people- mostly black, but some asians sprinkled out here. My asian guy friends get sad cause all the girls are taller than them hahaha :( They do not have seating for non VIPs, so ladies, bring your comfy heels, or wear flats so my asian brothers can have a chance with y'all. Also, the bums outside of the club are bold. I was between two GUYS with my arms in their arms for some body warmth and this dude had the audacity to get a handful of my butt. I was so shocked, I couldn't even say anything. Luckily guys are there for my rescue.
by Hideki K. on
"I'm (Drinking) on a Boat!" The Frying Pan has to be the best place to have drinks in NYC. I'm late in discovering it (didn't miss the boat though, har har), and is now my favorite bar. It's located right on the Hudson River, so you can enjoy the breeze and the sun. The Hudson no longer smells like it used to. There are lots of nice nooks and crannies to sit at (you can climb ladders, go down the into the galley of tugboats, or be on the top level of a floating barge. The drinks are cheap, there's no dress code, there's no cover charge, they allow dogs, there's music (dancing inside one of the tugboats), open bonfires, and they serve food! WOW. As for the food, the clams and crabcake is good. They even serve lobsters. The prices come out to even amounts after tax is added, which is great and how prices should be everywhere. It's also a Salad Bowl friendly venue!
by Dewayne Chaobal on
This rating was determined by establishment service & treatment. (and maaaybe the crowd)...if I could, I wouldn't give them any stars. So I was 'obligated' to enter into the world of Cielo 'cause my cuzo opted to celebrate his b-day there. Thank Buddha I opted to bring along some entertainment, aka my friends. WHY were we made to wait 15 minutes out front when there was NO one else around? Ah yes, the politics of the Meat-packing District. The only reason we didn't pay a cover was because my cousin bought a bottle & put us on a guest-list. The crowd was too pretentious & plastic-y for my taste. The house music was *eh* (coming from the West Coast- I prefer a deeper-base kind). I would like to thank the Dancing Divas, aka the fabulous gay men, who made my night by tearing it up on the dancefloor. *Oh* & the skeevy 50-something yr. old 'business' men sitting at the table next to us, trying to booze up their 21 yr. old 'victims' (little did they know- they were the ones being chumped...good job, 21 yr. old's- you got some freeze booze all night long...ha!). Once we were done with the bottle service, we were told- either buy another bottle or get the eff on out of the table area...LAME! I didn't allow my cuzo to spend more money on that wack place, we moved to another area & that table area remained unoccupied for the rest of the night. Don't rush me, don't 'threaten' me, don't 'hint' to get me to drink more, can't stand that kind of 'service'; if someone is dropping a decent amount of $$$ to enjoy a night out, while bringing over more business for you by inviting a good amount of people to your venue, don't act like a**holes & think your place is the only place to be up in NYC. In honor of all that is wonderfully gay that made my night there- a la "Men on Films", I give this place: Haaaaated it!!!