Del Fuscos

My most favorite place to eat! The steaks melt in your mouth — OMG a must go to if you have a special occasion — very expensive, but the best dining experience you will every have

I’m hearing that Bounce Sporting Club is now being referred to as a «poor man’s Del Fuscos»…

This bar and kitchen is one of the classiest establishments in New York City. It’s got the swagger of any bourgeoisie club in the meatpacking district mixed with an inviting come-​as-​you-​are ambiance. The 4 owners are of Greek, Italian, Irish, and Cape Codian descent (I think this is where the inviting part comes from), who must all have extensive experience in hospitality. The service here is exceptional.
Food: On the way to the bathroom, I accidentally took a wrong turn and ended up in their kitchen. Glad I did, because I was amazed by the quality and extensive preparation that went into creating a dish. The finger food/​appetizers here are to die for. I believe most of their food was purchased in bulk (smart businessmen) from either Costco or the local 7 – 11. Either way, the Buffalo Chicken Taquitos (served at room temperature) are a must order!
Drinks: The drinks here aren’t typical by any means. One of the owners (The Irish one) stores his own personally aged (40 – 50 years at least) whiskey behind the bar. Don’t ask for a Maker’s/Jack and Coke or you’ll sound like an idiot. This place has stuff you’ve never heard of, so make sure you read up on what was popular during the prohibition before you make a fool of yourself.
Music: Whether you’re in the mood to «Party like a rock star», «Back that a** up», or just listen to «MMM Bop!» with some 12 year olds (yup, pedos… they have those), this place will have what you want when you want. The Italian, who doubles as a DJ, has an extensive selection of IN YOUR FACE music that will keep you (or your girl) movin.
The only negative thing about this place is the security to get in. You have to get through two security doors to even get in the building. The problem is when you push the buzzer, there is a ⁵⁰⁄₅₀ chance of someone not answering due to all the partying going on upstairs. Getting into Del Fusco’s is like dating a 17 year old. Waiting to get in it sucks, but when you finally do, it’s alllll worth it.