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| - This is a tough review for me to write. Have you ever felt like you wanted to like something, and whatever it was, was just kind of "Meh..." and you left wondering why? Well that was my experience at 92nd St. Café. My wife and I had an engagement on that side of town and we were about a half hour early so we thought we'd stop in for a drink first. We walked in and sat at the bar, and my first impression was that it was a "Neighborhood Bar", as in, if you don't live in the "neighborhood" then this bar isn't for you. It's hard to explain. The patrons were mostly middle aged men and a couple of women. We sat at the bar and were basically ignored for the first five minutes we were there while the bartender (picture Johnny Bravo from the cartoon network) talked on his cell phone, flirted with the female patron(s), and wiped down the glasses. We were finally served by a really nice lady who appeared from the back of the restaurant and we were promptly served. My wife had a Guinness and I had a Crown and Coke. The pour was strong and the total was $11. We noticed a sign proclaiming karaoke Wed-Sat from 9pm-1:30am. We spied the karaoke setup in the corner and grabbed a book and saw they had a pretty decent selection of songs, so we decided to stop back by after our engagement and check it out.
Later that night, we returned, and karaoke was in full swing...well sorta. There were two singers. The host was doing his best to get other singers up, but just wasn't having much luck. In between singers he played a mix of Lady Gaga and Kid Rock so it wasn't quite as awkward, although it was rather loud. We were hungry so we ordered some food. I got the sliders and my wife had the crab rangoon appetizer. I didn't try the rangoon, but the sliders were fair. The sliders consisted of basically a hamburger patty cut into quarters with cheese and grilled onions on top. It was dark and I didn't notice the grilled onions when I read the menu or I would have declined as they don't agree with me. But that was my fault not theirs. We didn't end up singing because we just weren't feeling it, if you know what I mean. But the waiter was super nice and very prompt. It was a completely different crowd at night than it was earlier in the evening. So would I go back? Maybe, if I was in the neighborhood, but I wouldn't make a special trip to the place...again, for me, it was just "Meh".
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