 |
There is apparently
a whole mess of stuff going on at this bar that I had no idea about.
They claim to have like twenty-two floors of fun, but we were forced
to hang out only on the first, as there were private parties going
on upstairs. Who has a private party on a Wednesday night? I'd like
to meet those people! Anyway, looking at their website, you'd believe
this is the coolest place on the planet, and not some faux-Irish pub
in the middle of one of the most heavily trafficked tourist spots
in the city. Not that a bunch of gray-haired, rosy-cheeked white dudes
in knee socks and fannypacks doesn't make your establishment cool,
but... Something just rings false with this joint. You can't manufacture
ambiance, and loud, bullshit techno music certainly doesn't help the
molecules arrange themselves in any hip kind of manner. I'd love to
get a peek at one of the upstairs rooms, which look way more comfortable
and cozy than the main space, but odds are those photos on the site
are either fabrications, or only accessible when you throw down extra
clams to sequester yourself away from the general riff-raff. Otherwise,
this place serves beer, serves some bar food, and serves as yet another
cookie-cutter, after-work bar with less personality than your average
Wal-Mart. [MF]
|
Hipster Movie Reviews
Hipster Book Reviews
Music