Jefe R.
Yelp
As an Elite Yelper, I know I am not supposed to write one sentence reviews. However, If I did, my review of The Ranch would be as follows,
This place looks the the kind of bar Pat Green would open, if Pat Green were Bill Gates.
Seriously, I'll take "Trying Way too Hard" for $400 please, Alex. There are great stuffed animal heads on the walls, yuck. That is not what being Texan is all about, but that didn't really bug me. The paintings of Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash were awful, but that didn't really bug me either. I get that bars need a schtick, and I am cool with it. But try to imagine someone turning The Mean Eyed Cat into a Vegas Casino, and you get The Ranch. Sadly, it comes complete with the same bad club music they play all over West 6th these days, pumped in from a sound system instead of blended in by a DJ who knows how to work a crowd.
You shouldn't get me started on the poor clueless bar staff, either. OOOOPS, just did. First, bartenders should know how much their product costs. When the poor little girl told me that the two bottled beers I ordered (1 Stella, 1 Bud) were $9.00, I was a little upset. Of course, you pay it and don't complain, never be that guy. But when she brought back my change and told me, uh oh, it was actually $10.00, and didn't even bother to smile or apologize or flirt with me or ANYTHING to soften that blow, I have to admit, it hurt her tip a little. Those who know me know I am NEVER, EVER that guy, I never stiff a bad server or bartender even on horrendous service, but it's a good way to draw the bare minimum from me, which she did. Meanwhile, I was watching this other clueless sod behind the bar just wasting away his and his coworkers earnings for the evening.
Really, dude, if you are hot young 24 year old tall, brooding, long dark haired bartender boy, working a hot new club (the place was packed with douchebags) and the little perfect black cocktail dress saunters up to your bar and orders a scotch on the rocks (gotta give her credit for that one) YOU SMILE AT HER! At the very least, you serve her without looking BORED! You do NOT squint, no matter how bad the lighting is, you do NOT serve her drink without a cocktail napkin, you do NOT miss the opportunity to make some extra cash by flirting with her a little bit, you dim witted fool.
Sorry, but as I have said to my best friend before, me and a couple of good folks I know could have cut that room up.