15858 Highway 231 431 North
Hazel Green, AL 35750
Madison County
Phone: (256) 829-9100
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by Christopher James M. on Me: "How long will it take to get in?" Bouncer: "You should've came with white girls instead of asian girls." No idea who to contact in regards of racial discrimination. Anyway, enough said.
by Kristofer Bondoc on Great ambiance, fresh drinks, hot bartenders.. what's not to love? Came here on a pit stop through Manhattan and loved it. $12 dinner combo of entree + drink can't be beat! I got the lychee martini, which despite the other reviews on here, was still very tasty an well-balanced. We got the tong dak (fried chicken), spicy wings, and donkatsu. Donkatsu sauce has a kick to it, which was surprisingly very good. All dishes ranged $8-$10. Great place to chill with a group, order up drinks, and watch the cabs below zoom by. Topped my one night in Manhattan, that's for sure!
by Renato Eveleth on Wowzers. I think I just found a bar that feels like home. Maybe I'll make it in Philly after all. I'm staying at a horribly expensive hotel that is beyond my means this evening, and I wanted cocktails, but didn't want to walk far due to the blistering cold that may have caused me to get lockjaw. (Don't ask.) So I turned to rateclubs, a confused gal's best friend, for help on where to go. Oscar's sounded like a totally skeezy dive, so automatically I was in. And can I say...the rumors are true! Surly cocktail waitress? Check. Adorable placemats? Check. Incredibly random mix of clientele? Check. Fried foods at your beck and call? Check, even though I did not partake this evening, but undoubtedly will. God, this is totally what a bar should be. I was drinking old fashioneds and sitting inches away from a besuited mafioso who was chatting with what appeared to be a Charlie Manson wannabe, all the while sitting under yellow lights that make the night feel drunker than it is. It's not just awesome; it's RAWsome. However, I must withhold the final star because the jukebox isn't turned up loud enough for either an impromptu dance party or bar singalong to break out. Or is that shit the kind of gay stuff that only flies in SF? I hope not, cuz if after a couple more cocktails Don't Stop Believing started pouring out of the jukebox, I think I might reach nirvana.
