Eat My Martini

Looking to show off to a date? Wow an out-of-towner? Request a table at this cute-as-a-button resto/lounge, and rattle off any of the 90 namesake martinis on the list. A darkened burgundy and concrete-tiled space of which is filled by a fun lovin’ crowd. A sexy, little lounge, this is, with its exposed brick wall and all.
A swank College Strip lounge with a crowd that's anything but outer borough - have a martini. In the open kitchen off to one side, Emily and Antoinette prepare creative Mediterranean-ish food that is both fantastic and a fantastic value. Bring a date or a friend and share a plate of fresh mozzarella, or one of a number of apps, like the Belgium salad. If you're very hungry, the grilled salmon is a big portion and comes with a side of rosti; the chicken and roasted garlic linguine is also noteworthy. California and Italian modes for this brand of something-for-everyone lounge food.
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Don't go to Eat My Martini - at this "classy" place they treat people like cattle at the trough. My g/f and I wanted to join 3 friends who already had a table at Eat My Martini but the brown bear at the door told us we can't come in b/c the place is at capacity (even though there were 2 place for us at the table). When two of my frieds said that they are leaving anyway and we could take their place we were told off again - apparently someone else in line would have to join my third friend who was sitting at the table. Very classy place..