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| - So right after my friend's birthday party in Real Sports Bar, someone suggested we should get more drunk in another bar and someone recommended Bier Markt. I seriously cannot stress how dumb the name is and how hard to find this place on yelp. It's one of those slang that this generation would implement in the real world and it just sickens me, I don't even know how to pronounce it!
Anyways, since its a pub or whatever there was a bouncer dressed up in a classy dress shirt and attire that had one of my friends embarrassingly had to write his signature on a piece of paper although was kind enough to hold one of his birthday gifts in their "office."
As other yelpers mentioned, I wasn't quite sure what this place is, my first impression was that of a pub that had a ton of beer/wine selections but the place was large that it could be divided into a bar, restaurant, club or a lounging area.
We were seated in the booths that eventually got crowded although we were a party of seven. The selection of beers was quite impressive, I ordered a IPA and I really enjoyed it as the cute server (that almost looked like Natalie Portman) poured it. One of my friends suggested that the birthday boy gets the beer sampler and despite not being able to finish it. How the samplers were placed was somewhat hard to pull out but I tasted one and it was good.
Again, being a mixture of everything, this place became louder as more people came due to the fact that some "band" or whoever is making a racket on stage was so god damn awful that my ears began to hurt. The place literally screeches from time to time that it felt like we were next to the stage. Plus there were a bunch of rowdy middle aged woman that "tried" to flirt with me and was quite annoying as well.
What makes it even more of a disappointing experience is that one of the bouncers, presumably the head bouncer came up to me and told me to show him my ID again, Just what the heck, I mean, I know that I look like I'm underage or something but having to flash my ID and having him glare at me is nerve wracking and quite offensive.
I will not come back to this place, as a gastropub/restaurant/screechfest with drunk middle aged women...
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