Fat Black Pussycat
130 W 3rd St, New York, NY 10012
(212) 533-4790Add Hours
The Fat Black Pussycat
Bike Parking: Yes
Alcohol: Full Bar
Outdoor Seating: No
Price Range : Average
06/04/2012Provided by Citysearch -
So may be I went inside because I liked the name. Whatever. The place was a good time. Nice bar. Big, long. Opens to a nice room. Pool table in the middle of the back room. Drinks were good. I didn't need that many because i could FEEL them after two. Service was on point, cute waitresses add to the whole fat black pussycat thing. I am going back. Good mix of people. Met a cute girl (extra star)
04/15/2012Provided by Citysearch -
My friends like, let's leave, the music is wack, it's blowing my mood. I wanna go somewhere that's really live. I'm like, last time I came here, which was brief, seemed so appealing. I dragged her to the city all the way from Queens just to go to this place and it sucked.
So she's like what is the DJ doing? Playing YouTube videos? He was literally just waltzing around, milkin the clock or whatever. idk. So I'm like we'll let me see if he can play something a little upbeat? People ask DJs stuff like that right? So, I got up and approached the DJ with a smile and I said ""Heyyyyyyy wassup? Can you play something a little more upbeat?"" Now, usually, a professional DJ would say ""ok sure whatever"" just to get someone out of their ear and away from the booth, and continue with his/her life. But no, this DJ (5'7, Filipino/Asian looking, about 180 lbs, kinda looks like Tila Tequila though he might find that complimenting if you kno what I mean) just completely blacked out on me. Hes like, no, since you asked like that. Im like asked like what? How was i supposed to ask? On bending knee? I didnt approach him wrong, at all.
The DJ starts YELLING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS, down at me from the booth, screaming about how I was ""insulting his job"" and I ""have no sense or idea about music"" and to ""get the F*%k out of his F$&king face"" and it goes on. So i reply like ""what is wrong with you? Are you ok? I asked a simple question and you're acting like I emasculated (nvm)-- but anyway, it's not that serious.""
The DJ just starts getting louder and louder to the point my friend heard him from our table 15 feet away. O__o wtf..... He just lost it, went off his top screaming ""GET THE F$CK OUT OF MY FACE, GET THE F$CK OUT MY FACE!!, LEAVE IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT IM PLAYING. GET THE F$CK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!"". I just paused and stared at him, I look back, everyone's staring at us. Smh. And the waiter approaches me like ""oh you can't ask him what to play"". I'm like ""wait, what? Isn't that supposed to be the most personable person here? And didn't you ask me if I had any request?
So I asked him myself?, what was the big deal?""
So i see that he obviously ""Runs NY"", and im like ok, fine. As I walked away he starts tellin ""YEAH GET THE F$CK OUTTA HERE!!, THAT'S WHY YOU LOOK LIKE SH!T!!, F$CK YOU!"" I'm like wow... If I even say what I want to say back, I'll look like an A$$HOLE and sound real prejudice, but cool. I jus reply ""get some real DJ lessons and some anger management"".
So I took the L, and sat down. My friend is like ""wth happened???!"". I couldn't even give her a real answer because I didn't really know either. Though I had the real urge to bust his scalp open with my mug, I just shook my head in disbelief. The waiter comes and I'm like get the manager. 5 mins later, the manager approaches the table asking how he could ""be of service"". (white bald guy, like 5'8""). I almost slapped him.
Really? Your DJ just cursed me out and verbally assaulted me cuz I asked him to play something ""upbeat"" and you're here being patronizing? Alright. Time to go. He's like ""oh, if you have any request just go through me"". Totally ignoring the actual matter at hand. So, since I'm in grad school with a future ahead, I decide I'll leave before I'm in central bookings for aggravated assault. And my BFF is like texting everyone in her phone to not go there and tweeting about it. I couldn't even bother. We sent our drinks back to the bar. The smartest thing the waitress did was not charge me, (oooh $5.50, sweet. -__-) . If i could give no stars and a ounce of cow sh!t, i would. Never. Ever. Ever. Going back there. And I'll make sure everyone I know doesn't either. And I know a lot of people. :)
02/29/2012Provided by Citysearch -
I was meeting friends in the area, they suggested the place. It is bizarre; it starts out as a beautiful bar, moves into this big room with great booths and then takes a turn into this red velvet room with couches and a thrown.
Did I mention there was karaoke in the red room?
But all in all it was a great time. The karaoke lady was really nice, she sang along with me (I have no idea how i ended up singing karaoke. . . ). The waitress was polite and fast. The bartender was pretty cool too.
I had a great time.
It is no hassle low key fun in the village. Nothing pretentious, just fun. I suggest that you go there!
02/28/2012Provided by Citysearch -
I was here this Saturday night for a friend's birthday party. I guess she made the mistake of not making a reservation. But once the manager and server heard it was my friend's birthday they gave us the VIP treatment, as well as the VIP room!
We had a great time. The drinks are big and strong. The music is great. You can dance to it!
Service was awesome. The waiter was nice. Checked on us a lot. Fast service.
I will be back!
I went to Fat Black Pussycat over the weekend with some friends and had a great time. Cool atmosphere, good drinks & good service. We met a bunch of nice people that we ended up hanging out with all night. I'm excited to go back to check out the after work scene as my office isn't that far away