Colin M.
Yelp
The performers and music were delightful, but the staff here were universally ornery and unpleasant.
I stood at the bar with two friends and we ordered a drink each, and asked for some water. After paying (and tipping) we kept to ourselves, talking quietly and listening to the show.
The bartender on Thursday night has some delusions of grandeur and thinks she is Stevie from Schitt's Creek or some other seen-it-all, no-nonsense tough 'lass, just for having to deal with the occasional impatient clientele like any other service worker in New York who does not don this attitude. She greets all but her regulars as seemingly a chore to serve. Throughout our entire time there, she whispered to patrons next to us and some other regulars about how bothersome she found our party.
We overheard enough of her snide comments to understand that she thought we were underage. We weren't, but I don't take umbrage to this as we are students and do look young. What I do mind is the incessant chatter at our expense. At one moment, she and some late-30s regular loudly bantered about us "it's like dogs" "not even - puppies" "puppies! They're so cute, but then you have to pick up their poop" "you have to clean up their poop.." (yes, this was indeed the dialogue had by people no longer in high school). Out of what I can only guess is an acute longing for their twenties long-gone-by, they persisted with this Buzzfeed millennial fodder the entire time we were there, even though we were utterly non-disruptive and in fact went out of our way to speak in hushed tones and stay out of the way of other patrons walking to and from the stage. I give two stars rather than one because, in her direct interactions with us, the bartender was at least tolerant and professional, even though it was disappointing that she had to blow off steam at our expense when we were only trying to politely enjoy our night out. It was a real vibe killer and she was inexplicably peeved by us being there.
Of course, in her Ado Annie from Oklahoma get-up, and especially since she is the only woman on staff, the men (regulars and staff alike) lap up her whispers and commentary like cats to saucer's milk.
The man at the door, similarly, was nice enough and did let us in at the student rate. However, he too bemoaned how many kids were there to his friend and begrudgingly let us in to join our friends in the first place. I thought he was pleasant enough, but combined with the effect of the bartender, it just sent a message that the establishment as a whole is hostile to anyone under 30 and that a younger generation of jazz listeners and performers - who will no doubt bring innovations in the art form - are unwelcome. Perhaps this is the intended effect. I think that's a shame for a jazz scene/industry which is already shrinking.
Musicians and customers should take their business elsewhere. Both deserve an atmosphere more committed to kindness and letting people enjoy music without derision.