I am officially sick of cute restaurants.

[Curiosity Kills Her]

Originally Posted by pricciar

I have less problem with cute when it has utility. For instance this restaurant in Santa Barbara is one of my favorite places of all time:
Blue Agave
I suppose some people would call that cute and that's fine. But, those booths are so damn comfy that I don't care how it looks. It just works. I'm ok with cute when the food/booze high hits me and I can sit back with glazed eyes and not have a care in the world.

I <3 Blue Agave. They make a mean Blood Orange Margarita.

[MeanOldLady]

Originally Posted by Kolak of Twilo

Puh-leeze. Don't get me wrong, I love Longman & Eagle too but it is so overrun with hipsters you'd think you've walked into a masquerade ball where all the women are trying to look like Betty Page and all the guys are cultivating James A. Garfield-style facial hair.

And they think it's edgy and outsiderish even though they're all just following a different herd.

Child, hush!

I acknowledge that L&E is a way too popular place with trendy (read: hipster) clientele, and when I walk in there I might think, "Haysus, did half the crowd ride here on their fixed gear bikes?" but I do not think, "Well isn't this place... cute." I can gripe about hipster fuckery for days, especially living on the Blue Line, but that's a different rant. I'm just tired of sickeningly adorable decor, as if I'm supposed to recommend your restaurant to my friends because you have some bright, neon napkin rings with a little card next to them noting they were made from sustainably farmed forestwood. Whatever, I don't want to have to deal with that kind of crap ever again. I will get over crowds of dudes with waxed moustaches, ironic tattoos abound. I just ask when I sit down for a good dinner, can't it be a nice, but plain room?

Originally Posted by pricciar

And, this picture is exactly what MeanOldLady loves about trendy restaurants.
Continental Midtown

Barf.

Originally Posted by cmyk

Agreed with the OP. Sometimes it's a fine line, but a pungent one. Any more affected than one of my favorite bars in Detroit, the Woodbridge Pub, will induce vomit at the threshold, rather at the men's bathroom door, as it should — but only after several rounds of shots.

Granted, that door might scream, "look how clever/cute we are!" But it's really a real-life death trap out of the game Myst, where you can seriously loose a fucking finger (and the woman's doesn't have one... Go fig?). Also, a great way to check your sober-level before driving off. I was stuck in there for 5 mins the first time I had to pee out their decent selection of beer.

The hell? I don't want to have to solve a Rubix cube to pee.