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There was a day not
long ago that the classiest joint in the East Village was a crackden
on 12th Street with good mood lighting and a three legged table that
balanced on a stack of porn mags. Not any more. This is the 21st Century
East Village, complete with upscale Caribbean joints and 24 hour pharmacies.
Bambou happens to be one of the former. Sure there's no name on the
door (an East Village requirement) and the block looks as if it was
painted by the gray brush of a bi-polar German, but step inside and
you'll be transported into Jamaica: your new island home. Couches
and wicker benches, along with flowing white curtains and vegetation
adorn the space, and the smiling maitre d' greets you as if you are
his personal guest in his home (or maybe he knows you are coming to
drop some serious cash in his restaurant). The equally friendly bartender
will mix you up any number of island and South American concoctions,
including awesome mojitos and delicious caipirinhas. The food is a
nice mixture of fish and meat, with appetizers like coconut fried
shrimp and crabcakes over avocado, and entrees that include steamed
mussels in a coconut broth, jerk chicken and a good strip steak. The
shocking part about this place isn't its warm atmosphere or extremely
slow service, but the bill at the end of the night. $12 drinks and
pricey entrees make this place the most overpriced joint since Banana
Republic stopped selling pith helmets and mosquito netting. If price
is no object, or if you want to show a date a good time, we couldn't
recommend a better place to chill, relax and kick-back without having
to put on a thong and embarrass yourself in front of a bunch of 19
year-old Spring breakers. [MF]
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