Where to start? I guess I should start by telling you that I live about a block from Tony’s, so it’s the closest bar to my house. And for that reason, and that reason alone, I will likely visit the damn place again. It’s frustrating, too, a real love-hate thing, because on the surface, it seems like exactly the kind of bar I’d like to call my own. Lots of good drinks and hot chicks. Good music and food.
But there’s a downside that has to be talked about. The first thing: service. Oh my god. The service. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried to get the attention of servers or bartenders, only to be ignored while they chat it up with regulars (which, by the way, since I’ve been there so many goddamn times, I ought to be by now). It’s very much like a little hipster clique. If you aren’t in the club, you can just fuck off. Wave, make eye contact, whistle, go up to the bar, it doesn’t matter. They’ll get to you when they get to you. In fact, you’re lucky Tony’s servers acknowledge you at all.
But if you’re into good food and drink, and you happen to live within walking distance, this is probably the bar for you. I’ll let you know how it goes next time I’m there. Maybe I’ll ask how many visits it takes to be a regular. And maybe when you’re a regular, Tony’s is awesome.