Max Soha, the uptown offshoot of Max's on East 4th Street, rules. HOWEVER. Something about that place just doesn't quite fit-- let's seeeeee...
- Homey, rustic italian food
- Brick walls
- Lopsided, art-fair pottery displayed on shelves installed accidentally by a hurricane.
- Menus written by hand on antiqued paper.
- A staff that looks/sounds like it is the crew on a Spanish pirate vessel circa 1510. Special props to creation of new hostess/wench hybrid, the "hostench."
- INCREDIBLY LOUD, TWILO-ERA TECHNO MUSIC, LIKE THE SOUND OF A TRIBE OF ELECRTIC PYGMIES BANGING THEIR BONERS AGAINST A TIN ROOF.
The [apparent] spirit of Max's?????
I mean, I know we're European, guys, and I'm not asking for Puccini, but when your subwoofer shakes my uterus into an early period, I have to ask you to turn it down.