Reputation

I miss the old roof bar. I like going to dubstep parties, Gritsy in particular, and the Gritsy’s at the old roofbar are some of my fondest dubstep memories. I went to a couple once they re-​opened as Reputation, and my, how the mighty have fallen. While the amazing patio is as awesome as ever, the remodeling of the inside really constricted the dance floor. Drink prices are midtown-​generic, meaning kind of expensive, and the drinks are never very strong. The bartenders are a little ADD, but that’s to be expected. But then, as I was closing out my tab, just my tab, with three drinks, it seemed a little more than I had expected, and I found that they had seen fit to add a gratuity on to my check. What. The. Hell. What kind of bar adds a gratuity onto a one person drink tab? What kind of establishment charges ONE person a gratuity? I’m sorry, if it takes me 10 minutes to order a drink, every time, and it’s weak at that, you’re still getting my standard one dollar per drink tip, but not 20% of the bill.
I won’t be coming back, ever. While it’s sad that I’ll be missing Gritsy events, I refuse to patronize an establishment with such shady practices.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT COME HERE. Especially if you really, really need to pee. One UNISEX bathroom that I was aware of (downstairs, anyway). No toilet paper and a combination of nasty bodily fluids smeared on the floor, on the toilet bowl, possibly the wall and the door handle. I wanted to go through the same decontamination process after one is exposed to radiation — it was that gross and that toxic-​feeling. Yuck.
So when I was there, trying to figure out whether using the restroom was better than my bladder exploding, the impatient jerks in line kept pounding on the door. So immediately, RED FLAG. I shouldn’t go to a bar where there are catty bitches in the crowd.
Anyway I was there after my friend convinced me to go to some «Gritsy» event (shudder) and I’m never going back. I love me some dubstep, but the crowd (moody confused «goth» kids) and the scene and definitely the restroom situation is enough to put a damper on my night.
I miss the old Roof bar!

It’s really sad, because this is the «new» roof. I used to love the Roof. I spent a many drunken nights here. But the glory is gone. This place is nothing to the «reputation» that the roof held. I really hope it gets back to what it once was because it has a beautiful view of downtown, has a huge «patio» and decent room inside for dancing.
Maybe worth trying again in a few weeks…

I like the setup of this place. They have a great view of downtown from the patio with plenty of comfy seats and lots of room. Indoors is a perfect club atmosphere though the dance floor is a little small. There are tables with bottle service, and there is a «champagne room» area with a table, that can be curtained off. First time I’ve seen that in a club… maybe I don’t go slumming often enough. Upstairs is the best; they have old-​school arcade games with a laid-​back vibe, and chill music.
The clientele is good-​looking — girls and guys. So no worries there.
When you walk up to the bar they get your ID then they ask if you want your picture taken for their website. Hmm, ok, I guess I’m flattered… anyway I said no because I just don’t want my picture on some random bar’s website. But then when I was inside, there was a professional photographer just taking pictures of the clientele, without asking if it was ok with the people. So you’d be talking to people and suddenly you’d see this guy duck around a person, snap your picture, then sneak off. It was freaking CREEPY! Why do bars allow this?!
Despite the creepiness, I will probably be going back for two big reasons: 1) The awesome setup, and 2) the incredible location. With Crave Sushi just down the street for some pre-​drinking noms, Barcadia just downstairs (I love that place!), you can’t ask for better placing.

I went there with Cara W. and Janet C. to check this place out after tasting some pasta at Piola. So, here goes… Telegram review:
The place had a good crowd for a Tuesday night. You definitely need to check it our on Tuesdays. If you’re out on a Tuesday, this is a good spot to pursue happiness and self destruction at the same time. Dwight, they guy at the door is friendly and professional, not your usual gorilla standing at the door. If he likes your jacket, he will let you know, without getting fractured with the ladies. By the way, your usual set of girls «drinking out of cups» and wiggers are there, but that is no ones fault. Bar tenders are also there, but you have to really wave or look like Vincent Vega to get noticed. I’m there next to my two Natasha friends and he would not gimme me my Jack-​n-​Diet. I guess the music was too loud for him to hear my Unilocal… The DJ is near, next to the mini-​dance floor, initating Armin van Buuren.
The dance floor was just right for 30 people on a Tuesday night. Good for a Friday crowd? Allow me the qualm. So, two stars off… Small dance floor and deaf bar tenders.
Great patio with good sapce for a standing crowd. The guy selling cheap bisuteria watches and stuff next to the photo wall was… This is actually happening? OK, the guy’s trying… I guess the owner has a heart for the casual merchant.
There is also an upstairs room where the music is more rock there than the dance thing going on below. The place is rather small and looks like someone’s bedroom with an adjacent cantina, complete with guitars on the wall, the fuzzball and Atari arcade boxes. So, if you take the stairs going up from the dance floor, bring your quarters.
Oh… and what’s with the parked cars on the patio? Is the Camaro part of the gig?