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| - I've been to Brassaii on several occasions, but was never involved in a dinner-time excursion. My friend had her bachelorette there on a Saturday night, which was to include dinner and then dancing - and I arrived at 10pm expecting them to be in the process of eating (their dinner resos were at 9pm). Their food didn't arrive until around 10:30, which seemed kind of crazy to me. It was also very hot in the restaurant area, not sure if it was the room temperature or just the hot-air from screaming girls all around me. That aside, they were accommodating to my friend and I, who arrived late and asked for two extra chairs in the already crowded restaurant.
I asked all the girls how their food was, and their reviews ranged from "decent" to "my chicken is cold" (two girls). Cold chicken is pretty hideous. This place is mad expensive, yo! All I got was two glasses of wine and a cheesecake (which was good but looked like a boob with a nipple on top), so I was satisfied on my end.
The issue I had with the night, was that my friend (the bride) asked about 5 times when her booth would be ready. The server kept skirting the question, saying she was trying to figure out our bills. She was pretty nice, but seemed to get really impatient when asked about the booth. That said, it took them a bit long to bring the bills and have us pay, that by the time we got to our booth - we were unpleasantly surprised....the 'booth' was one section of couch and that's it. I've had bottle service at Brassaii on more than one occasion, and the booths have always at minimum had three sections of cushy couch to sit on:
Normally shaped like this:
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We had this:
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I have a feeling they overbooked the booths, and then since the dinner took so long to conclude that they just threw together a 'booth' for us. One side of our 'booth' were the backs of three chairs, that were thrown into the booth next to us. We asked the manager what was up with this garbage arrangement, and his response was "this is the booth you get for two bottles".
LIAR
Unless that's a new policy that started that night, this dude was full of it. He walked away looking smug with his made-up excuse.
That crap aside, the place is fun to dance in when it doesn't get overcrowded like it often does. The clientele ranges from people who think they own King street, to a peroxide blonde girl who decided to shove me when I accidentally stepped on her toe.
I like the music, because I am easily pleased and like top 40 garbage when it comes to sloppily dancing and showcasing my best white-girl moves (meaning I can't dance). If you want weird club-beats then don't go to Brassaii.
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