Bedrock Bar and Grill

Happy hour 4 – 8, ½ off rack drinks and beers; 50cent wings, wed; nightly midnight barbecue & grill: chicken, hot dogs, burgers, $ 2. Hot wings were NOT good. The mozzarella with bacon burger was TOP-​notch. Also, can’t beat $ 3 cuba libres or tap Coors Light/​Budweiser during happy hour. College crowd (young, fresh & sophomores usually lo). On Tues and Thurs there’s open bar for everyone 10−11pm. Sure, it’s only well drinks, but still. I usually am there after work fro 6 or 7 so I don’t have to pay the cover if I decide to stay for the night. Several TV screens to watch sports. Sometimes the ‘tenders aren’t that attentive, however, before 9pm. Have to flag them down.

Listen, I know that Fulton street isn’t known for its ambience or classy group of people, but I’m surprised that this shithole doesn’t have a Unilocal page and I think thats how its been avoiding a horrible reputation for this long (that, and the fact that 18 year olds don’t have many options considering Dizzy’s is 19+ and I supposed Nacho’s wasn’t open this night). Before I describe my experience, let me warn anyone who thinks that this is a college bar that the police view it as a HIGH SCHOOL bar, meaning cops prey on this area much more than they do the other bars, and so do the tow trucks– don’t park in the parking lot next to this place unless you want to pay a $ 170 fine, in cash, to some fat truck driver who’s most likely going to spend the money on hookers who go to. this very bar. So lets describe the night, its ‘ladies night’ and freezing outside, yet bouncers are still talking amongst each other ignoring the line. Whatever they’re people too and deserve to chat. Out of nowhere a short fat girl comes out and demands our names to write them down, no bitch no one should even know I’m stepping foot in this place, I came for the free drinks. After ten minutes we get let in, its 10:30 and surprise surprise its empty, we go to coat check and theres a short man telling us all to tip the coat check girl because ‘its how she makes a living,’ lol I paid $ 5 to step foot in this place, me thinks not. Its comfortably full by 11pm, but by 12 it becomes a concentration camp. You can’t move without spilling something or getting spilled on, classy blonde girls are jumping on couches attempting to dance but falling all over themselves, its a busy club, but do they open the basement? Not for an hour buddy, enjoy the sweat. None of this is the reason that I’m writing this review, not even asking the DJ to play Biggie and him laughing in my face was enough for me to get angry and create a Unilocal page to give this place a review, around 1:30 the music stops and the arrogant DJ decides to make an announcement. «Yo this girl lost her cellphone, she keeps annoying me to find her fucking cellphone. Why did you lose your cellphone bitch are you 11? Stop fucking annoying me don’t lose your shit!» I really couldn’t understand how the fact that this poor, and probably a minor had bought enough watered down alcohol so that the profits paid the DJs bill, yet the DJ didn’t give a shit and would rather embarrass her than actually help her find her phone. Thats not how a business keeps clients and if I was that girl I would have assaulted the short Dj and the annoying ass MC who thought he was black. Do your job, play decent music, take requests, don’t ridicule your party guests, and use rogaine. Also a shitload of fights happen here all the time, and most of the time the basement doesn’t even open, this place needs to be closed asap.