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| - First, let me give you a quick review based on several experiences here. Then, let me tell you a story!
The Met, as us cool hip 20-somethings like to call it, is a restaurant/lounge just off 17th Avenue. It's actually a very nice place for dinner. We've eaten there once, which I won't go into detail on as it's part of my story. It's got great atmosphere and the service is pretty good. But, fair warning if you're planning on bringing a date there. I have yet to see a server or bartender working there that wasn't really really ridiculously good-looking. So if you have wandering eyes or low self esteem, probably best to take a date elsewhere.
At night, on Friday and Saturday, after 10PM The Met really comes alive. It turns into a club. A club with no cover charge, which makes it even better. And if you're into that kind of thing, it attracts cougars - lots of 'em. The music is usually a great mix of top 40 and classic beats. Unfortunately, the DJs always tend to mix in techno/trance/whatever-cool-name-they-use-now, despite the fact that it almost always empties the dance floor. Hm, maybe it's intentional to remind people to buy drinks?
So anyway, good music, good service, and not much drama (the doormen are pretty good at keeping everyone in check). But don't be shocked if you have to wait in line for a long time, especially after 11PM.
Now, story time.
For my birthday a couple of years ago, my fiance & I decided to have dinner at The Met, as we had been there dancing countless times but never enjoyed a meal. I was excited. We had dinner reservations at 7 or 8 or something (I don't recall). When we arrived, we were greeted and escorted into the private room at the side. In hindsight, I should have suspected something when the server walked us right in without saying anything. The private room should have been a give-away too, but by the time I realized where we were going, it was already too late.
Upon entering the private area, I was shocked to be greeted by the "surprise" of over 30 people. Close friends, family (some from out of town), my best friend from 8 hours away - yeah, I was surprised. My fiance had spent several months secretly planning this party. And I was relieved, as I had started to get suspicious about my fiance becoming friends with several of my Facebook friends, some of whom she hadn't met. I was getting a crazy vibe off that. Phew, not crazy, just meticulous and awesome!
The service we received that night was awesome. And the food was worth the choice. That night definitely made up for any bad birthdays I had (there are a few).
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