by Nicole G. on I went there last night for my birthday. The door guys are complete a**holes. They wouldn't let my guy friend in because he stepped over the rope instead of walking around it. They wouldn't let another friend in because his ID had just expired even though he is 30 years old. You couldn't pay me to go back to this place. I left after being inside for 5 minutes.
by Columbus Tarver on The gals and I hit up this speakeasy on a cold Friday night and were promptly greeted by the bouncer who told us: "It's not bumpin. Yet." That's right, buddy. Because we're not inside. Yet. Open the doors, and through a checkered hallway to the bar. It was dimly lit with many round booths filled to the brim with hipsters and models. The gals and I sidled up to the bar and I chose a muddled whiskey drink from the menu - the name escapes me - but the bartender told me when I ordered it that "Timeout hated this cocktail." Well, buddy, I work for rateclubs so that means very little to me. He, of course, got a chuckle and waited for my reaction which was: All in all a solid muddled whiskey bevvie, though if you're not into Rye, then I can see how you wouldn't like it. I did, however, order two so apparently it had me sold. As we sipped on our drinks, we anxiously awaited for the fabled dance hall downstairs to open - which was apparently also on everyone else's agenda because as soon as those red ropes were tossed aside, the first floor was a ghost town. Curious, we all trekked down the stairs: it was hoppin with a DJ spinnin like mad and a full smoke machine in effect. Guys and gals were doing the robot and some other moves that I suppose are considered trendy. While I had a good time, I'm still not entirely sure what to make of Ella. It too seemed like it couldn't make up its mind - is it a high end bar or just cheap with a bit of glitter? If I'm in the hood, I'll likely give it another shot but until it's figured out what it's trying to do, it may be more of a miss than a hit.
by Sam Gianandrea on Park is a nice stand-by place if you're with good friends. Two floors, with plenty of room to chill downstairs. The dance floor's crowded and I love how there's no cover -- seriously, how f'ing annoying is it to pay cover for a place that ends up sucking? *cough* Opera. What can I say? I'm highly risk-averse.
