Archive for August, 2010

Bar-Bias (adjust your outlook accordingly)

Posted by    |    August 10th, 2010 at 3:42 pm

I have years* of experience bar-hopping around Dallas, and I’ve deduced that if there is a dance floor present at the venue, I probably hate it (with the exception of Madison Avenue, which, to my dismay, is no longer in existence). Cue the arrival of the new** Manhattan Lounge. Naturally I had to check it out because:

A) My friends and I have a knack for downing pitcher(s) of Rumbaritas at Mattito’s, which is next door (hello saving on cab fare).
B) I enjoy being at the center of attention.

I so badly wanted to hate Manhattan Lounge. I wanted to hate the awesome DJ who played my favorite going out songs (if I hear Britney’s Piece of Me, all I have to say is: look out). I wanted to hate all of the beautiful, amiable people who surrounded me. I even wanted to hate the overpriced drinks that I could have saved two whole dollars on at Black Friar. But it was the best damn vodka water I’ve ever had so I’m going to have to go back there again. I had the most miserably wonderful night and it’s too bad that I freaking loved the place and am already planning my outfit for this weekend.

*All two of them

**This depends on your definition of “new”. If you consider “new” to be a refurnished building that has been present for years with a different sign out front, then yes, Manhattan Lounge is new; however, if you’ve ever been to Zodiac or Central Park, you’re not experiencing déjà vu. You have actually been to this location at a previous time.

Cheat on your bedtime.

Posted by    |    August 4th, 2010 at 12:29 pm

Yes, we know, it’s noon on Wednesday, and you’re probably counting down the hours until Friday hits and you’re free again. But why wait for Friday when you can celebrate the weekend early at The Common Table? The new (and still relatively unknown) gastropub is located on Fairmount in Uptown. Why celebrate? Happy hour is Sunday-Thursday from 4pm – 6pm (and more importantly, reverse happy hour from 10pm – 2am) that includes imperial pints, beers, cocktails, and wells.

Make sure you spend a good amount of time looking over the drink menu for authentic drinks named after famous icons, like Fabrizio Moretti and PT Barnum. If you’re planning on a fun night (hey, you don’t have a bedtime anymore, right?) try the Uptown Ice T, served by the glass or the pitcher (hint: go with the pitcher). And this is on top of their eclectic wine list serving bottles such as the Caymus Conundrum, and the Layer Cake Malbec.

The food menu is equally as amazing and just as creative as the drinks. After a stint in Paris, I have a certain obsession with Camembert cheese. The import price usually deters me from purchasing an entire round at the grocery store (as do my skinny jeans), so I was stoked to see a fusion of American and French cuisine on their menu: the camburger. Served on a brioche bun, it’s a high-five from Obama to Sarkozy. With all of this to look forward to, I just have to ask myself one question: is it the middle of the week yet?

Sporting in Style

Posted by    |    August 4th, 2010 at 12:18 pm

If you’re like me, and love hanging out at sports bars, but have a serious fear of abandoned peanut shells getting stuck in your stilettos, I have found your perfect hybrid of class and clamor. Hully + Mo isn’t your typical bar and restaurant; instead it boasts a relaxing atmosphere complete with leather couches and plasma screen TVs (no other way to watch USA dominate Algeria). And with imports at $3.50 a bottle, I can pretend I’m on the sidelines at the World Cup without having to shell out the airfare.

Vegas who?

Posted by    |    August 4th, 2010 at 11:55 am

It’s summertime, and it’s safe to say I’ve been dreaming about lounging poolside in Vegas with drink in hand, and another on the way. I’ve been compensating by laying out at my apartment complex, but it’s just not the same … until I met Brian. Brian works at State Thomas’ newest wine venue, The Alcove, where he efficiently orbits my apartment’s pool with large crates of beer and wine, delivering orders to my fellow sun-worshippers. Oh, and did I mention they serve late night tacos until 2 am? Win. So who needs Vegas anyway? With poolside delivery from The Alcove, what happens in Uptown, stays in Uptown.