Hey partygirl, do you know why you could get a table without bottle service or leaving a deposit on a friday night? Because you're in freakin Murray Hill! The day that a bar in that neighborhood makes you a) wait behind a red rope or b) makes you buy a bottle to get in is the day I move out of new york altogether. I couldn't think of a worse bar, in a worse neighborhood, attracting worse people. There should be a sign on the door that says, "No Lacoste shirt, no aviator shades, no popped collars, no entry." I'm shocked the Murray Hill girls that go there can stand to leave their Burberry clothed yorkies long enough to sit down and order some crudite and an appletini. It's like I'm talking to a child. What's the point.
Cons: It's in Murray Hill
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