Did I step into a time warp? A gross, dirty one?.
A name like Gardenia Restaurant signals my brain to picture tranquil, foliage-esque settings. Throw in "lounge" and I'm ready for some exotic flowers, presumably surrounding my lawn chair while I sip a fruity, expensive cocktail. So maybe my vision was a bit over the top but the reality of this establishment was still a jolt to the senses. The space itself feels like a cross between a basement for youth group meetings at the local Baptist church and an 80s-era disco lounge. Multi-colored lights adorn the small "stage" and the bar's about the same size as the one in my own kitchen...and I live in an apartment. The ONE person working there took her sweet, sweet time asking me if I wanted a drink and getting refills took even longer (don't worry, I still managed to get drunk. How else could I rectify spending time and money in this flea bag?). Not a place to where I'd return for live entertainment, unless I am entertained by smelly, carpeted bar stools, mirrored walls and old gals in sequin dresses of the non-ironic persuasion. Thumbs down, Gardenia. West Hollywood authorities should be alerted 'cause you're making the whole neighborhood look bad.