Space Lounge

My cousin and friends wanted to go out since i was visiting from California, and they brought me here. The room totally looked very astrology like. We were there on a weekend which was weird cause it was really dead. All was good until the cops decided to randomly check ID’s at this place and we had to go.
As i was paying for my drinks, idiots wanted to charge me for another drink that I KNOW i didn’t order. She insisted that i ordered it, but i know what i purchased drunk or not. I don’t mess around when it comes to my money. So to save the stupid hassle, i just paid it and left to a better location.

Don’t let the «$ 3.50 Lager» sign outside fool you. It’s the tiniest glass of watery beer you’ll have in town. Places like this seem to get away with low quality and extremely high prices, waiting to lure in Granville drunks or tourists. If you’re used to eating at the airport, this is the place for you. $ 18 beef dip, $ 12 duo of dips and miserly wine and beer selection. AND they have the nerve to add-​on a 15% gratuity without informing us.
A bouncer at the entrance, and the astrological décor is fit for a small town amusement park. It just doesn’t belong in this city (or on this planet for that matter).

Walked in, had a hearty laugh at the pathetic «space» décor with my friend, and walked out.
The only spacey thing about this establishment was its emptiness.

FOR REALS?
yes, bartendress, I FOUND AN ANT IN MY DRINK!
she gave me a new one, but charged me for it. watered down.
this place is trying wayyyyy too hard. wouldve been cool in SF maybe 5 – 8 years ago.

Kooky interior with beautiful people, changing light fixtures on the walls, friendly staff, and the most amazing tofu dish I’ve put in my mouth in ages.
I apparently left my camera on the table after taking pictures of said tofu. When I called back 2 or 3 hours later, they had it and kept the door open for me to run back and get it. Crisis averted. + 2 stars.
Some skeezy guy in a red t-​shirt opened up the paper towel dispenser in the men’s restroom, took out the paper towels, and stood next to the soap, trying to charge people money for using either one of them. Come to find out he’s not some homeless dude trying to earn a buck, he’s actually employed by the Lounge. — 1 star.

GO TO SPACE LOUNGE!
Ok, I’ll admit that, while all agree it is kinda cool, of my friends I am the only one who gets the giggles from the pure wonderfulness of this bar. I dunno if it is the zodiac info on the walls that look like they were bought from a planetarium gift shop in the 80s and blown up to bigger than life, the cheese-​tastic neon lights, or the feeling that you’re at Luigi’s on Galaxy High (an 80s cartoon kinda like The Jetsons meet the Gang from Riverdale) but I just feel a limbic thrill when ever I come here.
The food is nummy, especially on the «bar food» spectrum. There is a great cheap drinks and jazz night (though I do wish the could have a retro-​glam band night as well– just much more fitting.) All they need is the waitresses in pink and baby blue spandex with matching wigs and my inner child would probably die from ecstacy.
Why not 5 stars? Because the clientel is decidedly tragic (and it seems to be the people the owners encourage, so yeah it’s the bar’s fault.) I just hope they get bored of the place so that the smell of clothing label or popstar branded perfume goes away and truly cool and appreciative folks can move in.