Desire Bar & Grill
New York, NY 10011
Village Voice's Description
At the door, there is a muscle-bulging bouncer wearing an Ed Hardy T-shirt. He is the gatekeeper to Desire, a bar that--on the weekends, at least--constructs a portal to Jersey Shore-style hedonism. The cocktails, which are served atop a glowing onyx bar, support this idea by name alone: Frisky Lemonade, Dirty Desires, Donnatella, Forbidden Fruits, and Double D's. If this is your jam, you can rock most effectively alongside Desire's crowd of partiers by attending happy hour. Deals include a "two for the price of one" on the food menu and $10 for three well shots. Jägerbombs not included.
I thought this place was very cozy, and most of the staff members were extremely warm and accommodating. The seating was strategically placed and although it is narrow, things are spaced out in a way that is practical, so it's comfortable. The lighting is also nice. Sound system could use some reinforcements but it can kick ass if they fix it up a bit. Should have a soundguy but... More >>
I thought this place was very cozy, and most of the staff members were extremely warm and accommodating. The seating was strategically placed and although it is narrow, things are spaced out in a way that is practical, so it's comfortable. The lighting is also nice. Sound system could use some reinforcements but it can kick ass if they fix it up a bit. Should have a soundguy but they do a good job creating a nice atmosphere w/ what they got. So, those are the good things I have to say. I tried to let part of this be unbiased. So, now here's what I really have to say.
Last night, the owner humiliated me so badly that [I hate to admit this] I've been crying the entire night. He's a fairly large, tall, intimidating dude. I'm a 5'2", extremely petite lil lady. Another artist and I were called to display art. This was something the owner had agreed upon prior. I was told the day of that we can't put things on the wall, some kinda wallpaper. Okay, cool.
So I get there and there's nowhere else to put anything, really. So I got some non-damaging/clean removing clear gel mounting tabs and mounting putty. And I allowed him to see and test it out on the wall prior. He agreed to let me use it, do I did. Another artist arrived and I had starting helping her hang her things with mounting putty.
As we were working on her display, he walked up to us and plucked a chunk of mounting putty on the wall, proceeding to shout, "YOU FUCKED IT UP. GET THIS OFF, GET OUT."
"You have to roll it off. Gently. That's how it works."
"YOU FUCKED IT UP. GET OUT."
I worked slowly to remove all of the pieces I had mounted without marring the walls as he glared at me and told other people to come up to me and tell me to leave. He cursed at me and humiliated me in front of a crowd of people who looked on as I fought back tears of embarrassment. He hovered over me as I tried my best to take the high road and do a good job with the removal. I occasionally left a speck or dot as I was being rushed and humiliated more and more.
So, Michael, dude -- If you own a BAR and want to use WALLPAPER, get vinyl coated wallpaper or use lacquer. DUH. Especially if you agree to have art displayed there.
You obviously aren't the sharpest crayon in the box. I feel sorry for you, man. Your wallpaper is gonna get REAL damaged over time, because YOU'RE RUNNING A BAR. SWEAT, LIQUID, HANDPRINTS, GREASE, heard of those things? Yeah. Okay. So apply a coat of lacquer or get used to it. You can't decorate pretty if you don't decorate smart. I hope finding a reason to scare and curse out a girl less than half your body weight made you feel good about yourself, tough guy.
Tips from foursquare
Jairo is awesome
I love bars that play videos along with the music! Cute bar, friendly staff
New bar/lounge on 8th street in the village. Nice and cozy, yet doesn't make you feel like you on top of other patrons. Plenty of TV and nice sound system. Drinks are pricey yet strong. Nice place
their happy hour ISN'T THE GREATEST SHIT, because i'm never that happy when i leave their. i just love the men that be there, i guess.
Get the cheese fries