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| - I've been here once, and it was only for drinks, so I can't comment about the food they serve.
I tend to hesitate to go out to the bars in Larryville because I don't feel nearly young or hipster enough to fit in there. Nevertheless, I recently found myself out at Industry Public late one night with some friends.
The positives: Love the industrial decor here. Cool lighting fixtures, exposed brick walls, giant garage door windows. I thought it had a very modern, hip vibe, while still feeling welcoming.
The negatives: Drinks were super expensive and not great. When we sat at the bar, I asked the bartender to recommend an interesting drink that doesn't taste overwhelmingly like liquor. He said he would concoct something for me, and came back with a margarita (how uninventive!) But apparently it was his "special" margarita, and he went on and on about how he makes the best margaritas, yada yada yada. Well, it didn't taste like a margarita...it tasted like straight up tequila (maybe that's why he thought it was "special"). But I'm not a fan of straight up tequila. So boo for that. My mistake for not being more specific in my order, I guess, but at places that are known for their drinks, I like to let the bartenders be creative and discover new things. Serving a drink that tastes like nothing but tequila to someone who specifically asked for a drink that's not too heavy on the liquor taste definitely doesn't speak well to this bartender's skills.
A bit later, I flagged down another bartender after our first one started ignoring us (it started to get busy and service became spottier as the night went on). Again I thought I would allow the bartender some creativity. I asked her to make me any tasty drink with grapefruit juice. I have no idea what she made, but she came back with a drink that was unpalatable. I couldn't discern anything in the drink (not even the grapefruit juice), but whatever ingredients were in it did not work well together. Blech!! It was so nasty that I couldn't even pawn it off onto one of my drinking companions (and one of the friends I was with has been known to drink just about anything, so that goes to show just how gross this drink tasted).
My friends' drinks were not much better. One friend ordered one of their specialty drinks with flambeed rosemary, which looked a lot more interesting than it tasted. On the whole, we ended the evening each having ordered two subpar-to-mediocre drinks, and the bill was pushing a hundred bucks for the four of us. Yowza, next time I think I'll just directly flambee my wallet instead and save myself the trouble.
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