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What the hell are people
thinking with the velvet ropes--especially velvet ropes on the UWS
in a bar that nobody wants to hang out in? We were actually denied
access at first, and fed the line about there being a private party.
Some party. Apparently nobody let the guests know. Eventually we were
granted access to this Austin Powers-ish space that is awkwardly split
into what is almost two spaces--one lounge and one sports bar masquerading
as a weak-ass excuse for a retro/theme bar. They've gussied up the
photos for the website, and made the place look pretty cool, but that's
not the same joint I saw that night. Granted, I saw it for exactly
one beer, as I couldn't run out of there fast enough. The cokehead
kids out front were way too annoying for words, and the bartender
in the back bar was depressing me with his sheer loneliness. I can
certainly see what they were going for here, but the neighborhood
and the execution just feel wrong. The place, rather than being cool
and authentic, comes off plastic (although a lot of the furniture
actually is plastic) and completely cheesy. [MF]
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