by Lyndsey Tuller on A friend of a friend knows the manager, so we were hooked up with free drinks / food. That's why I braved the Jersey Shore crowd and actually attempted to have dinner here. It's definitely a fun place, but only under the right circumstances. STK is horrible for dates, or dinner with friends who actually want to converse. It's horrendously loud, extremely crowded and the crowd is pretty lame. A few observations: 1. New Yorkers don't go to STK 2. Jerseylicious: I actually met Vinny from The Jersey Shore here 3. Food is OK, but not great 4. Music = wayyyy too loud 5. Dancing at tables gets a little out of control Come here if you're looking to eat + party prior to hitting the town. When you're finished, get the heck out of meatpacking and head for open waters!
by David W. on A ginormous bar, that's all you need to know about it. Most people come here because of some party that someone or some organization is having, but I probably wouldn't come here on a random night just to hang out. They have multiple bars, and one thing that bothered me was if you have a tab open at one, you can't put drinks on it at a different bar. So if you're bouncing between the downstairs and rooftop, it's a pain. The rooftop is nothing special either, definitely better ones in the area. They also id you again inside at the bar, which sucks. Beers run about $8 each. They do have a dress code, so don't show up in flip-flops and shorts, I did once, and even had two girls with me, (only 1 was pretty good looking), and they weren't letting me in.
by Oretha Pretti on Where's the option for 0 stars? We arrive tonight for dinner and we're greeted at the hostess stand by a nice lady asking us if we were here for dinner or for the cocktail meet and greet being put on by some financial big wigs. Dinner, we say. Her response "Oh, great! I'm not hostess. I don't even work here. I'm with the finance party. I don't know where the hostess is." Ha... ha... you have a weird sense of humor, me thinks to myself. But surely you kid. Kidding, you were not. I walk up to the bartender and she doesn't even glance my direction. Clearly, the throngs of overpaid financiers and their desire to get absolutely hammered on a WEDNESDAY night kept her short attention span at bay. When all hope seemed lost, another lady appears and says, "Please, sit anywhere you like. I'll be RIGHT with you." Redemption! So, we find ourselves a nice little table in the back corner of the dining area - a good distance away from the frat party disguised as an adult event but close enough to where we could pass judgment on them for our evening entertainment. Sadly - that lovely (sense the deep sarcasm brewing) lady who said she would be right with us disappeared. Forever. Probably delivering the watered down Mai Tais to Elvis and Tupac, I'm sure. We wait... and wait... and wait... to the point where the table of patrons sitting next to us give us the pity eyes. So kind that they even tried to locate their server... only to find that he/she/it too had been mysteriously vanquished. Finally, the lady appeared! Back from the void! But still not stopping by to even say hello. She's clearly working her charm on some poor schmuck who clearly had some extra government bailout money to spend on booze. I get her attention and ask her why we've been sitting in the corner like a little boy punished for pulling his sister's hair. Her response - "No one has come by yet? But... I have a server working your area." My response - "Uhh.. you said YOU would be right over. So if by no one, you mean you... then yes, you are correct." Her response - "I'm the manager. I'm sorry. I can send someone over right now." My response - "WHO will you be sending over? There's you... and the bartender. That's it." Her response - "Uhh... uhh..." (no doubt, the Wizard of Oz soundtrack playing loudly in her mind - "If I only had a brain!") At this point, my wife was fed up... as was I. So we left. To Maria Maria. Right next door. In all seriousness - there were only TWO people on the floor for dinner service and the party. Congratulations - you just failed Restaurant 101. They let two patrons just sit there without so much as a cursory glance. Congratulations - you just failed Business 101. The "manager" was a complete tool and lacked the decency to make things right. Congratulations - you just failed Life 101. Don't bother. I'm sure the food was about as legit as their service and attitude. Bon Appetit!
