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Lift Lounge
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- Price Range:
-
$$$$
- Accepts Credit Cards:
- Yes
- Parking:
- Valet
- Good for Groups:
- Yes
- Wheelchair Accessible:
- Yes
- Outdoor Seating:
- No
- Music:
- DJ
- Best Nights:
- Fri, Sat, Sun
- Happy Hour:
- Yes
- Alcohol:
- Full Bar
- Smoking:
- Outdoor Area/ Patio Only
- Coat Check:
- Yes
8 reviews for Lift Lounge
I went for a private party this last Sunday and had a BLAST! The staff took great care of us..the drinks were strong and the manager has his shit together. The DJ they had there that night was so on with reading the crowd and played all the right music. I had so much fun I'm going to go back and check the place on a regular night!
(FYI: the place is very chill and layed back, dark and sensual..think lounge)
Peace out!
Unfortunately, I've been to LiFT a few times. Fortunately, there are no plans in my schedule to ever return. My past trips there have been forced, mostly for birthdays. Why someone would voluntarily choose to go here -- celebratory or not -- is a bit perplexing.
I've been to a handful of "ultra lounges" in Dallas, though they're not really my scene. LiFT errs towards the worst of them. The core problem, of which there are several, is flow. There's lots of floor space that is occupied by a bunch of knee-high tables & benches. These do a good job of pissing you off since when anyone walks by the 6" of space you have to stand in, you'll be forced into one, then perhaps fall over. There's no place to stand without constantly being in the way. If you happen to opt for bottle service (why?), then you're paying for the ability to stand around a table where you're still pushed around.
Standing room aside (or lack thereof), the bar is proportionally small to the rest of the place, so there's usually a line at the bar. This is magnified by those people who choose to stand at the bar (presumably to avoid getting bumped around) and chit-chat, rather than ordering and leaving. It's a typical Uptown-crowd with twenty- and thirty-somethings that look like they're very concerned about their image and are supporting Ed Hardy's enterprise of terrible t-shirts. I imagine they have a few Von Dutch t-shirts and trucker hats collecting dust in their closets.
I found the bartenders to be generally pretty nice. The music is typical current top 40/hip-hop/club. Those are about the only positive things I can say about the place. And the female eye candy is pretty decent, but I question anyone who willingly says, "Ooooo, let's go to LiFT tonight!" Probably not someone I'd want on my team for a round of Trivial Pursuit.
Go here if you want a slightly less pretentious ultra lounge experience and have a steadily declining sense of self respect.
I try to make it a personal point to not visit bars with one word names like Lift, especially in Dallas, because it's easy to figure out the kind of people you're going to be dealing with all night. . .and they're the people no one wants to deal with. I now give you the tale of my first, and only, trip.
My first hint that I should run as fast as I could was at the door. There was no line, but still a gawky door guy holding a clipboard like he was the star of the show. It was around 11 when I showed up with a couple friends and captain clipboard was standing vigilante in front of his velvet rope (seriously?!). There was nobody waiting outside, but after a proper up and down, we were let through the discerning rope.
Once upstairs I noticed they had Boondock Saints playing on the circuit tvs. Great movie, this place can't be too bad, right? Wrong. I pushed my way past a sea of graphic tees and ugly man jewelry to get drinks for everyone. It was hard to find a spot where the girl with us wasn't getting eyebanged by the greasy trendsters around us. Once we got ourselves set I was able to survey the place. It would be a great place if everyone working there didn't cast out that "I'm better than you" vibe out. The decor's modern and the big couches make for a great place to chill. The music's decent and the drinks are priced fair.
However, that vibe being cast out is a casting line for all that's wrong with Dallas. The $30k millionaires come in droves to this place. They climb out of their 3 series BMW's, adjust the fake bling on their wrists and the man bling in their unsettlingly tight pants and head in.
At one point, an incredibly greasy gentleman with slicked back hair and a poorly tailored blazer decided he was going to stare at the girl in our group. . .endlessly. Even when she asked him to stop he continued. When a few of us asked him to stop, he just stared. When the 20 or so people standing around us were laughing at him because we were making fun of him he casually winked at her then went to stare down another girl.
I want to rate this place higher because I know it has the potential to be something pretty amazing, but until it gets rid of that pretentious cloud hanging over it I stand firm with one star.
Douches. They're everywhere.
If you follow my review thread, you will find that douches are a common theme in my experiences. Why? Because Dallas is full of 'em. You may be one and you don't even realize it! You could be reading this and going, "I know EXACTLY what he's talking about!" Then you go put on your tight $200 print t-shirt from Neimann Marcus, spend an hour flat-ironing your hair, do a key-bump out of your sack of coke and head straight over to Lift to meet your crew, where you pitched in together from your $25,000 a year service industry jobs to pay $350 for the right to sit down at a bar. Oh, don't worry. The $350 will also cover a bottle of gray goose plus mixers! Soooo worth it, I know.
You will be greeted by a guy at a velvet rope. He will have a clipboard. There will be three other names on the list, but he'll make you wait while he acts like he's talking to somebody on his headset. I dare you to follow the length of his headset cable. Where does it plug into? Nowhere! It dangles over the small of his back. HA! The jokes on you for believing this guy is important. You will now be reluctantly let in. Reluctantly, because you are not Paris Hilton. They were really hoping you were gonna be Paris Hilton.
But wait, not so fast, hotshot. This big-breasted former stripper is going to escort you all the way to the elevator! 10 feet away! There's another hooker in the elevator who will assume responsibility for you and your party once you get in there. She will press the button for you because these girls can only be trained for one or two tasks maximum. Here comes the fun part. The elevator ride all the way to the second floor.
WEE--!!!!! Awww.... all done.
Here we are. Hello! Another girl intercepts your group and guides you to your table! You have a seat and now yet another girl in a tube top that she somehow stretched into a dress will gladly flirt with you and pour your bottle of booze. She is expecting a HUGE tip. You will tip her HUGE right? Because you, Mr. Movie Star, are really, really well-off right? I mean you ARE here at Club Lift with your well-dressed friends! You must have money you sexy man, you!
OK! Now your night can really begin. You are sitting -- which shows your status to the other... 7 people in this bar. You are better than them. Oh wait, they're sitting too. Sorry, you're actually equals. Wait! Some guy got off the elevator by himself! HA! He's standing at the bar (domestics start at $7). WE ARE BETTER THAN HIM!!! YESSSSS!!! THIS MADE IT ALL WORTH IT!!! WHO HAS MORE COKE?!?!?!?!?! AGGHAGHAGHAGHAHGAHGHAGHH
Some other notes -- there is an outdoor patio that you share with a pizza parlor downstairs. Don't worry, the pizza parlor is also frequented by douches. You will be in good company.
Bottom line:
Just don't bother. Go to Ghost Bar. There is a much better view (there are no windows at Lift) and the elevator is actually necessary and not just an annoyance. Be a douche there.
I'd give Lift less than one star if I could.
Nice looking place..I like the unique way of entrance to this place. Here's how my trip went. Arrived at the front, The Door guy who looked like a secret service agent with shades and all asks "Name?" My friend tells him the secret code word. He looks around then says "Proceed". I was like "Is this guy for real? Then we get into this room area where we wait for an Elevator? I am a little freaked and say whoaa...where are we going man?
My friend tells me to chill and we get in and go one way...UP! Well we get up there and it's reallly posh. Luxy and Lushy ladies all ovah tha place. High heels clicking around and all...I thought, wow!!! Eye candy is definately the upside to this place. But no chance with any of these tarts unless you either A). Dress like you have a couple Million in the bank or B). Well known Celebrity in town. Saw plenty of Hockey players with their pornstar girly girlfriends, and some football stars as well. Whoa...Way too much scene for me...but really nice to look at delicious eye candy. The people or crowd in the place is really pretentious at best and the vibe is that of the big shits ruling the place. BTW drinks were EXPENSIVE!!!! No sir... not my type of place...but I give it major props and I had to give it 3 stars for the Bonafide Eye Candy!
So, Lift opened in the former spot of Medici. When you arrive, you think, wow...why did they change the name? This is just like Medici. The elevator or lift takes you to the second story lounge (just like Medici). The decor has been change from dark to white, but the bar is in the same place and the music is pretty much the same. If you read my reviews, you know that I think bottle service in Dallas is laughable...it is. But, we had friends with bottles so we checked it out the other night. Funny thing...until about 11:45, we were the only people in the entire area for bottle service (which takes up 80% of the lounge). The 50 other people in the bar were girls getting drinks at the bar.
When we left, there was a line down the sidewalk to get in...and there was still no one inside. It was quite bizarre. Also, we got to witness the valets burning up the brakes on a couple lambos, which totally made my night. I doubt if I would go back unless I had hookups or friends dying to go. The decor was nice and tunes were pretty good, but this was totally not my scene. I am better off at the Gingerman or Idle Rich.
I had been to this bar a couple of years ago as Medici, and they have given it a nice little facelift since then. The atomsphere and crowd is still the same. They give off a very posh vibe, but it's not all its cracked up to be. We headed here to meet a group for a friend's bday party. We went in two separate groups, and the first group got in no questions asked, but my group was harassed by the door guy. He said we had to know someone with bottle service, and I blanked on the birthday boy's last name. So he had to come to the door to get us. It was ridiculous. Once we got in there I recognized our server as one I'd had before at O-Bar. She is awesome and we got great service. Terrell Owens was at the table next to us, the night before a game. The dance floor was pretty packed, but there definitely wasn't anything special about this place. I haven't been back since.
P.S. Guys have to be 26 to get in!
Went to this place the other night after eating pizza at Coalvines and an okay place, maybe I just went on the wrong night. However there were cute girls and a dance floor, so it wasn't bad!
