09/24/2010Provided by Citysearch -
Uh oh! Looks bad. Reminds me of that ole Yogi Berra line: ""Nobody goes there any more, it's too crowded."" It's packed with Chelsea Boys, NYU meatheads, some locals, and a lot of Business Casual. Maybe it's the weather. (I hate nice weather! The bars are packed.) I arrive a little early. I spoke to Adrian, the owner, made a reservation, so I can now hold the table and start the beer flowing, right? Wrong
""Let me know when everybody's here, then we'll seat you"" says the casually dressed maitre d'.I go outside and sit on the ledge outside the door, hoping to catch people before they come in and can't find us.
""Sorry sir, ""(I hate when they say SIR. It sounds so sordid!) You can't sit there.:
Now we're two. The bouncer asks ""How's it going?"" That's a mistake-- for him. I tell him. He runs in for the night manager. She comes out and explains ""I can't let you sit in the restaurant. Because you won't be ordering full meals, you can sit at a table in the bar.""
""Fine,"" I say. ""The bar's fine.""
""There are no tables at the bar,"" she says. And then something like ""have a nice day.""
Now there are five of us The atmosphere inside is so unpleasant with the standing yuppies, guppies and muppies, that I want to just get out of there. Another one of us comes, and we leave together.
""Wait, I have a table for you in the restaurant,"" comes the night manager's voice behind me. We take it. From there, things get better.
It's expensive though, $320 for the 6 of us, mostly for booze. We did have a few chicken wings and one meat platter. Two fingers of Scotch were $15 and a Scottish beer cost the same. Once we're seated, the atmosphere improves... the staff is nice as are the people at the next table. But it's not a place I'll be going back to.