Who told?

Posted by    |    October 11th, 2010 at 9:44 pm

Alright, who spilled the martini olives about Renfield’s Corner? It used to be quieter – a nice break from the monotony of Friday nights (er, Saturday mornings) split between Black Friar and Idle Rich. But with the out-of-towner overload that comes with Texas/OU weekend, and Arkansas vs whoever, it’s been difficult to make one’s way to the front of the line to slip the bouncer a visit from President Jackson, let alone get one’s hands on a Purple Jesus; which I recommend, if your line-jumping skills warrant you inside the venue. (Skip the Paloma’s tartness, unless your taste buds can’t tell the difference between gummy bears and sour patch kids…but if that’s your case, I’d recommend seeing a doctor before the inside of a bar.)

Uptowners (and out-of-towners) have been collecting olives lately to push Renfield’s status from secret nook to sardine tin, where you know everybody’s name, instead of the Ted Danson version. If you’re unfamiliar with Renfields, I a) don’t know what rock you’ve been living under and b) will leave it to Bing and/or Google to provide you with the address, as I tend to be somewhat impatient in regard to my right hand’s need to have a drink Velcro-ed to it at all times, though I will admit I do enjoy seeing a hefty amount of my friends in one location. Middle of the road, I know. So if it was you who spilled the perfectly good, well-packaged olives, I suppose I can forgive you over a colorful Jesus.

Bad Date Aftermath

Posted by    |    September 20th, 2010 at 7:23 pm

THE FAKE FOREIGN CHILDREN on Disneyland’s ‘It’s A Small World’, are currently reworking the (in)famous song lyrics to include ‘It’s a small Uptown after all’. When you live (and date) within a neighborhood the size of a few streets, it feels close to paranormal having to see the hauntings of a failed courtship everywhere you roam, namely favorite bars, and Hot Albertsons[1], our neighborhood grocer[2].

Bad date scenario #1: Meet for drinks. He pulls a Chandler Bing and says, “This was fun, let’s do it again sometime!” Three weeks later, your only missed calls are from 1-800-Contacts, and your mom. His name doesn’t appear on your caller ID, but his presence at The Quarter Bar sure as hell does. Solution #1:

a) Strategically place yourself in his peripheral vision. Act like you’re having a really good time with your friends and laugh frequently. He needs to be shown that you don’t care he forgot to press ‘save’ after you gave him your number. Also, be thinking of clever punch line to say when you inevitably have an uncomfortable encounter at 1:59am.
b) When the bar begins to close and he walks your way, and trips (because you’re hot, and he’s nervous), he laughs it off and says, “don’t judge me.” Reply with a coy “Honey, I can judge you all I want.” Because you can. And you are.
c) Do a sexified Shawn Johnson pivot turn, and leave bar with entourage, making sure not to stumble upon exit.

You: 1 Losery Guy who never called you: -0.5 (Minus points for tripping.) (more…)

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.

Master Wine Tasting Event

Posted by    |    June 24th, 2010 at 11:34 pm

Now through July 26, The Capital Grille will be hosting it’s popular Master Wine Tasting Event.

For a wine lover, there is nothing quite so exciting as having access to a selection of the world’s most renowned wines. Except, of course, being introduced to rare and remarkable wines that only a Master Sommelier knows about.

Master Sommelier George Miliotes (one of 170 in the world) has carefully assembled for you a spectacular collection
of famous wines you may know and insider wines you’ll want to know from California, Europe and Down Under.

For more information go here.

This Saturday Cool Down at State & Allen

Posted by    |    June 24th, 2010 at 10:25 pm

The gang at Uptown Dallas knows we like a cold beverage so they sent this alert: you can beat the heat this Saturday, June 26th from 4-7 pm at State and Allen Lounge with $2 frozen cherry limeades made with Bacardi’s latest summer rum, Torched Cherry. The sinfully delicious drink is a perfect way to kick your summer into high gear and get the party started. Come out early and grab a spot on the State and Allen patio and enjoy great giveaways to get you pool-and-beach ready like flip flops, beach towels, and more.