Lucky 7 Restaurant Corporation

I just moved in above this place. It is shockingly loud (and I’ve worked in nightclubs). They somehow run from a generator, and draw the sketchiest crowd I’ve ever seen. There are frequent, violent altercations outside, and I’m seriously considering terminating my lease and leaving this building if they are not evicted soon. Some places are charming, some are divey, but some are just disgusting. The only thing I can say for this place is that they apparently have good dancing (at the expense of the four apartments above them). But that’s hardly a rarity in this neighborhood.

I too live above this place. I hate it. Everything meat f. said is true. Oh that cat in the basement? When she had kittens, they tried to give them to me as a bribe to stop calling the police about the noise. Then I found her outside my apartment door. No, not the building door… MY apartment door.
The dj is mean and nasty and won’t look you in the eye when you go downstairs and ask him to turn the music down. Oh and now it’s every night… not just weekends. I haven’t slept since July. I’m moving out… that’s how bad the music is from this place. I’m sure that puerto rican techno has it’s time and place but frankly I never want to hear it again. karaōke night is the worst. The landlords have taken them to court several times now, and won each time but nothing changes.
But for the sake of the residents that live about here, don’t frequent the place. It may be cheap booze but they are not nice and the food is not good.

How do I even begin? This restaurant has caused me extreme frustration for the past few months. We live above it. Every weekend, live music BEGINS at midnight. Midnight! And continues until 4 or 5 am. The music is so loud that is rattles my windows. Seriously. I swear to God, that stupid reggaeton beat is the theme music to my nightmares… that is, if i ever get to sleep!
Not to mention the fact that they leave their door open, and while passing by, I have seen a stray cat that is known to live in their basement, wandering around inside. Their garbage is kept right outside the other entrance, where I have seen rats scurrying around on the sidewalk, mere feet away from the inviting open door of the Lucky 7. I have never (and will never) eat here, but they do have 3 dollar imports. Hear that hipsters? GET’EM!
Lucky 7, get some soundproofing and shut your doors!!! Not everyone in the neighborhood loves Sean Paul as much as you do!