Saturday, June 6, 2009

96. Nevada Smiths

Last night, Jackie, Greta, Swigsalot, and I (Sipsalot) went to Nevada Smiths for a fundraiser. Located only two blocks away for my apartment, I had actually never really been there before! When I mentioned this to a friend, her response was, What?? You've never gone there to watch a soccer game?? No... I've never gone to Nevada's to watch a soccer game... Do you know me but at all... ?

Actually, I did go to NS once for a beer and was unimpressed with the dirty tables and clientele (the clientele were, perhaps, dirtier than the tables). So this sounded to me like an odd location to raise money for starving kids in Africa. Then again, maybe throwing a bunch of rich NYU students in a dirty, skeezy venue will evoke sympathy for the underprivileged who don't have the luxury of attending such classy hot spots as Pourhouse or Splash . . .

When my fellow crusaders and I arrived, we were ushered downstairs to a private bar area that was . . . really nice? The layout--small tables lining two walls, leaving room for a very decent-sized dance floor--created the prefect combined atmosphere of, "come relax with your friends" and "let's get drunk and freak dance." And that, we did, my friends . . . that we did.

The laid back, nice but not uptight environment was further enhanced by the3-4 tea candles set on each table. This decorating certainly made for a nice atmosphere, but I could not help thinking that one spilled mixed drink could result in disastrous consequences. Indeed, the room was eventually filled with a stench of burning who-knows-what when someone knocked a candle onto the beer-covered floor. But let's be honest, from the moment we all saw the massive amount of exposed flame, I think we all hoped something like that would happen, so I'm going to mark the incident as a "pro."

Other notable occurances include the time Swigsly was hit on by a girl and the time he was hit on by his "straight" male friend. Needless to say, Greta, Jackie, and I experienced no such flattery.

ID check? Yes. A big bouncer checked all of our IDs at the door, but it wasn't the "look-you-up-and-down, just TRY to show me a fake ID, I dare you" kind of experience all of us 21 and 22 year-olds are used to. This was, by far, the nicest bouncer I have ever encountered. I totally would have stayed to talk to him for a while, but, alas, we had a fundraiser to attend and African children are not going to buy books for themselves. (too much? I never can be sure.)

Price? I don't know what drinks normally go for at NS, but all party attendees received the benefit of $3 shots and beers and $4 mixed drinks. Probably the best deal I've seen since BBQ.
Overall, this place is perfect for a private party. The room is big enough to fit all your friends, but not so big that it looks like you don't have any friends. Definitely recommended for birthday parties and things of that nature. The room also displays about 4-5 flat-screen TVs. This is, of course, optional, but if it were my birthday party, I would make a slideshow of photos of myself (and friends, I guess), to project all night long. I'm no party-planner, but it's a suggestion.

In the end, Nevada Smiths is probably not the best destination on a random Friday night, but if you're looking to throw a party, definitely keep it in mind! I've also been told it's a great bar for watching soccer games . . .




Nevada Smiths
74 Third Ave
(between 11th & 12th)







Torch ratings for private party:


(but I'd probably only give it a 1 on a regular night)

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