Bamboo

Please avoid this place… There signs and menu, do not reflect prices charged… Something like happy hour only goes to 7 although it’s posted until 9. But it’s not the food… Find a real happy hour

Me and my man went on a Friday, let me just say don’t waste your time or your money. The DJ plays a lot of hip-​hop which is ok if you’re in to that type of music and he refuses to take requests. Also, it appears that they allow weed smoking on the premises. So if you like jacked up music and your clothes and hair smelling like weed by all means GO!

This place here is ghetto as hell! The drinks are watered down. As for the place itself, first and last time! There’s a lady in here selling sex toys! What the …

Ratchet City In the House!
They say that life in the big city is a risk. As opposed to our rural cousins we run the risk of falling into manholes, getting pushed onto subway tracks, getting scammed by a three-​card monte dealers, getting hit by a car, electrocuted by salt-​corroded ConEd feeder cables beneath a grating in the winter, becoming collateral damage when the Avengers are facing off against alien invaders. Then there is the occasional gunfire. .. All this pales in comparison with the risk to one’s body, mind, and soul when going to Bamboo…
If one wants to relive the era of «New Jack City», and the craziness of the Koch and Dinkins administrations, take a trip in the way-​back machine and come to Bamboo. When you arrive you will be greeted by the very large bouncer (nice to know Refrigerator Perry found a gig after football). Who will give you a very thorough pat-​down (and he failed to tell me to «cough») while checking for weapons. Once inside you’ll be assaulted, by the surprisingly large crowd inside.
When you enter you’ll feel as though you have descended into the tenth circle of Hell. The bacchanalia of mostly middle-​aged women who still want to party and forgot that their partying days should have ended when their kids turned 18 does not bring visions of the Orion Slave Girls of Star Trek. In fact, your first instinct will be to place that emergency call for Scotty to be beam you up and get the hell out of dodge.
While being assaulted by a loud 90s-​00s mix of house and R&B, you can try to order a drink from the waitresses too overwhelmed to be able to handle a bar full of thirsty patrons. And when I mean thirsty, I am not only referring to drinks. Pookie is trying to pick up She-​nay-​nay, while women try to get your attention to buy them a drink. Big dudes try to either block you or front as if you are a threat to their alpha-​maleness.
All in all, happy-​hour prices are pretty good if you are able to get a drink at the bar, I would stick with bottle beer or a straight drink, anything mixed is notoriously weak and served in small plastic cups. I would not order food from the venue (the White Castle next door will give you better options). Stay away unless you like to relive the worst times of your life and like to live life on the edge, waiting for the eventual fight over someone stepping on another cat’s kicks or looking at their woman. Abandon all hope ye who enter here!

I had a great time at this place its called the Bamboo lounge I’ve been
A couple of times and each time it was fun, there was times when I was there and it wasn’t to many people at the place but I enjoyed the music and the drinks