Luxor Cafe

The happy hour deals are pretty good, especially half off frozen drinks. The hookah was $ 20 and didn’t get harsh after an hour, which is pretty sweet. However, the place is grimy and pretty dirty. The bartenders just sat off to the side with pissy looks on their face just waiting for us to leave. My girlfriend asked for water and we were told that there is no free tap water. You can only buy $ 1 or $ 3 bottles of water. I get wanting to make money but this beyond cheap. The thing that irritated me the most was that they included a 20% gratuity without telling me. I had no choice but to pay them a hefty tip that they really didn’t deserve.

Pretty cool spot, great music. Good hookah, lots of flavors. Pretty diverse crowd. Took about 20 min to sit at the bar for a hookah. Decent bat selection, even though I was on jameson all night. Space is alittle small but they make it work.

I enjoyed the environment and loved the decorations of the wall. The music was pretty cool and there was enough space for everyone. The one thing I think they should improve is the heating in the place. If you are planning to go here make sure you bring a jacket or a cute sweater because if you are not seating by the heater you will feel chilly ladies!

Have been here a few times and generally had a good experience. Last night had an inattentive waitress who didn’t ask us if we wanted a second round and took asking x2 to get someone to fix our hookah even though by the time someone came over we had already paid the tab and were ready to leave. The bill also came with an autograted 20% tip (illegal) which is way higher than what was earned. Bummed to say won’t be going back

Ohmigod. Complete dump.
I was dragged here by someone on their birthday. I used to be really into hookah when I was underage, but being almost 30… yikes. But you don’t get to call the shots when it’s not your own birthday (which sucks) so I arrived here hoping for the best.
Its the worlds smallest bar. There is one long couch built into the wall and then a bunch of teeny tiny ottomans for sitting on. The coffee tables for drinks and really small too. It’s basically an underground alleyway. No windows at all makes it feel even smaller. The early 2000’s rap music didn’t help matters and I’m usually a sucker for an old hit list.
We went to order drinks and I wanted a maker’s and soda, but SHOCK — they only serve beer and wine. None of the beer is on tap. Honestly, this place was so dirty I wouldn’t have recommended drinking anything on tap anyway. I ordered a corona (I don’t know, don’t ask) and politely waited for the birthday princess to arrive.
There was no room for anyone and we all made the executive decision to get the hell out of there as fast as possible. We relocated somewhere else on MacDougal but MAN — don’t bother with Luxor. Dirty, dingy and cramped beyond belief.
Hard pass.

Have you ever found yourself chasing the weekend dragon on a Sunday evening after ingesting copious drinks over the course of the day? Such is the situation that led to my group stumbling into Luxor after we discovered that Falucka was closed.
«Why haven’t we been here,» we laughed, as we walked down the stairs leading from MacDougal into the Luxor basement. After we sat down, we quickly realized why.
The place itself is dingy and disjointed. You have a decent looking bar that’s over-​lit from the kitchen pick-​up window down the narrow restaurant corridor. The front room has a bunch of wobbly tables and some ornate middle-​eastern themed items on the walls. The side room, where we sat, was lit by one or two dim, red lights that looked more like a photographer’s dark room that a café. And there appeared to be some fern growing from the ceiling, which I constantly feared would fall into my beer or on top of our hookah coals. I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder on my walk home for fear that Robin Williams, One Hour Photo-​style, was going to follow me into my place and force my girlfriend and I to do weird stuff.
The worst part was waking up on Monday morning and realizing that I not only consumed food at this place, but that said food contained red meat. Those beef empanadas were ROUGH. But we still ate them.
The fault was our own.
If you really feel the need to smoke hookah and find that Falucka is closed, just cave and buy yourself a pack of smokes. It’s probably better for you in the long run.

Just Ok hookah joint. It is a little expensive and depending when you go you might be kicked out after an hour or charged fur coals. The location with the bar is better more room less noisy.

Really quaint and the service was great.
Stumbled in on an empty night, a Wednesday specifically.
I had a $ 6 glass of not-​so-​taste-​less Zinfandel and was able to smoke-​ring the night away.
A good end to a lovely night with an old friend.
Be advised: It is VERY SMALL, i would honestly only go in pair or a group of three MAX.

The place sucks and the staff is anti customer and puts tips on the bill by default. I wish I could give it zero stars but I can’t.