by Bee N. on
This space was formerly Da Vinci's and I have always loved its tininess and intimacy. I have actually never dined on the "Top Flr" before, but I am a fan of the downstairs bars, particularly the dark room on the right. However, it is always packed in there and difficult to get a place, so I either end up at the other bar or outside. Sitting outside is always an interesting experience because you are literally on a sidewalk that slopes downhill and the people watching is great since you are pretty much on the corner of Ponce. The food is good---the scallops are awesome and the pizzas are delicious as well. Although, ironically enough, I wanted more wasabi peas, which I am sure I could have just walked over to the gas station on the next block and picked some up. My biggest qualm is that the service is kind of hit or miss. I once had my server spill an entire glass of red wine all over my legs (luckily I was wearing a short skirt, so it did not get on my clothes) and all I got was a half-hearted apology. After being in the service industry for years of my life, I know that spilling an entire glass of red wine on someone's legs should involve a little bit of ass-kissing...or at least a free glass of wine. Great spot for a date and nice place to look @ pretty people, too...
by Gregory Caposole on
I'm not even sure on how I should begin with this one. Let's start with the over blown security and VIP line. OK so there are two line one for the VIP and one the other one. In the VIP line that I was in we had to go through 2 levels of security then get tossed out of line because my man had a fresh pair of timbs on!! Now we are in the TL ladies and gentlemen. Not Vegas or Atlantic City or Ruby Skye this is San Francisco in the TL where the bums are across the street getting high, dudes in expensive over sized Sunday dress shirts, Jeans that need to be pulled the fuck up, and dudes in played out Ed Hardy T-shirts; Yet my man is kicked out of line because he has on fresh out the box Timbs on! I guess shirts and ties with jeans worn the right way don't work in the slums. Now after going through all that and we get back to the line The VIP line closes! WTF! How does VIP Close? We didn't get our special stamp we needed to get in so we ended up paying to get in $20 is that bad but still the whole process and long wait to get in and the faulty minor details of the dress code was so fuckin lame. They need to post no timbs on line next time! The only good thing about Suite 181 was the bartenders. I tip my two bartenders early and they both bless my drinks all night and gave me priority when I returned to the bar for my second and third rounds. The go go girls needed more close on, bigger asses, or better outfits that complimented their bodies. Don't get me wrong they were cute but the fits just didn't work for them. It made them look more skanky than sexy. For a club to have two levels why play the same shit on both levels? And whats with the increase in hoe activity? I know the economy is great and I know Lil Wayne said, "It ain't trickin if you got it" no it is still trickin you just paid for a service. Even though I got it I'm not willing to trick it off like that. So I guess I'm going to stop buying girls tricks because the wrong message is being sent. I swear I try to go out with low expectations and understand that I can't get to the club at Midnight and expect it to be all good but getting there early was no help at all as well. Fucking waiting in a so called VIP line that takes an hour! If it that's long to get in where the damn Valet to park my car. I'm so not fucking with this unless I'm in free for sure and I'm stay at the Nikko or Hilton that night, but knowing me since I like better I'll just go some place else.
by stephy s. on
You know what's awesome? Blind dates. You know what's even more awesome? Blind dates with pictures from 2 decades ago who show up to meet you and look 60. You know what's even more and more awesome? Knowing your friends are partying it up at the Cat Club, ditching the loser and meeting them for drinks. Yes, the Cat Club saved my night! By the time I got there I was pretty faded, I won't lie, and after many "Hey, not all dates will turn out to be your grandpa" shots, I do recall lots of people dancing, lots of people spilling drinks on me and lots of fun 80's music. Pretty much all you really need on a Thursday night. Cat Club = good.