Thursday, July 2, 2009

Guess where? "Frattier than the frattiest frat party"


Eater has another reader report on the Greatest Shitshow of Them All, Superdive. Of course.

"I checked out the now imfamous Superdive last night, and I was blown away by the place. I paid $7 to mix my own drink (blacklable on ice, filled to the rim), was with a group that bought a keg, and smelled the aroma of weed. I can also say the place is frattier than the frattiest frat party imaginable, and was populated by about 90% business-casual clad iBanker types, and the plain-looking, done-up to the nines girls that follow them around. I have absolutely no idea how that place plans to stay open, there are potential liabilities EVERYWHERE (health violations, SLA, lawsuits, whatever). The place is a massive house of cards."


Previously on EV Grieve.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i'm running out of outrage for this place.

Larry Slade said...

I think I'll check it out and see if I can "pick up" an iPhone or something.

Jill said...

Inspired by you, I went into SuperDive last night around midnight. For some reason they have added to the mix of throbbing post-teenagers, a heater (or lack of a/c?). It was a smelly mess in there. I clawed my way to the back to get the full impact, and I thought my husband was going to pass out, even though he is tall and can presumably breath above the armpit smell.

I also went into Beauty Bar for the first time ever and discovered that the back room is a disco. (I know, everybody knows that but me.) If you like young girls in psychotically short dresses, this is where the action is, not SuperDive.