J O
Google
Alright, let's get this review on the record.
I’ll be honest, I went in expecting to hate the place. Some butterface I was meeting for a first online date suggested it, and the name alone was enough to put me off.
The place was, to my surprise, was literally packed. Had to park three blocks away and walk, which didn't improve my goddamn mood.
You get inside, and I have to admit, despite my best efforts to despise it, the place was happy. Annoyingly so.
It’s one of those modern food court joints for people who can't make up their minds. A dozen little restaurants crammed into one big room, probably cycling through tenants who can’t make rent. Each one with its own little niche, its own line, its own goddamn credit card machine.
You want a taco from one guy, a beer from another, and a bottle of water from a third. No waitresses, no service, no central tab. A chaotic, self-serve, millennial vision of hell. And for all that trouble, I didn't see any major discounts on the food. So my first thoughts were just a string of negatives, a real litany of bitching and moaning.
But… the overall vibe was good. The energy was up. And it wasn't just booze-fueled, either. People were laughing, talking. There was a connecting bar next door, sure, probably full of the usual slick-haired Romeos, but the main hall had a life of its own.
I looked around at the people, and no, they weren't my people. Too many clean sneakers and hopeful smiles. This was south of town, one of those "up-and-coming" neighborhoods that’s trying a little too hard.
But all joking aside, I have to say, I had a great time.
The food? Couldn't tell you, don’t remember a damn bite. The company? Awful, a complete dud.
But the place itself—the vibe, the energy of the crowd, the whole damn setup—much to my own disgust, I was highly impressed. The bastards actually pulled it off.