Craft was a pit stop during a bachelorette party I attended this past weekend. What a gong show. As a thirty-something woman, I was grateful that at least half of the crowd consisted of my peers, but there's no need for mature adults to be shoulder to shoulder, yelling over loud music, fighting for service and spilled on without a hope of getting a seat. The only reason we were here was because the doormen let us skip the line. No one in our group would have waited to be a part of this circus.
I wanted to ask questions about the beer but it was just too busy to bother. Service was slow. We tried to get a breather from the crowd by standing on the upper floor, just to be patronized by the male staff. They worked hard at kicking us out of that area and practically held our hands as we were lead downstairs and encouraged to put our names on a wait list for a table. No thanks, I'd rather leave than wait yet again.
I would be thrilled about Craft if I were ten years younger and single. I think that people watching is a big attraction here and it's easy to mingle because everyone's space is always being invaded. If I knew exactly when there was no line-up and guaranteed seating, I'd dare to give it a second try. Otherwise, forget it.