Precinct — Restaurant in Los Angeles

Great space, but bad experience. I was watching the drag show last night when I suddenly began to faint and get cold sweats. I grabbed the pole next to me but my vision completely left, and I knew I needed to sit down. Every couple steps I started to faint again, but I eventually made it to the closest bar and sat on the ground to regain consciousness and signal I needed help. I was scared. I tried to explain to several people I needed help, i wasn’t ok, I was fainting and needed water, but by the time someone actually gave it to me, I was dripping sweat, overheated and felt nauseous. I was told that I couldn’t be near the bar getting sick, which, even though this was a medical issue, I somewhat get. (Although if I needed water, then got sick from not getting it, I’m not sure what I could’ve done differently). But there was no winning because I asked repeatedly for a trash bag so I could move away from the bar to somewhere cooler and more appropriate without making a mess, but they would only hand me the bar trash can, while yelling at me that I couldn’t get sick there. The next move was swiftly kicking me out of the bar. I guess when I explained I was having fainting episodes, they chose to believe I was probably just blackout drunk ( I only had 2 drinks all night). While being forcedly escorted out of the bar, half-fainting, ears ringing, I was being yelled conflicting things by the strange men around me (pick your head up, don’t get sick right now, it’s okay to be sick right now, you can’t be acting like this, this is inappropriate behavior). When I got outside, when I tell you it was like night and day, it’s like I was never sick. Lowering my body temperature by going somewhere cooler and getting some water helped me instantly. All I needed the whole time was for someone to listen to me. Instead I was written off as belligerent before I had a fighting chance and kicked out like an animal when I needed help. I see what they mean when they say females aren’t believed at hospitals. The bar staff was much more concerned about getting rid of me than listening to me and helping me in a medical emergency. This is a form of cruelty. I hope they can learn from this so no other human gets treated like a subhuman when they genuinely need help. We’re all very lucky I didn’t fully faint and hit my head while I was...

I’m happy others here had a better experience than I did. I went to Precinct for the first time a few weeks back and immediately got off to a bad start. The woman at the front was incredibly curt to me, as I was trying to clarify given the time and sign in front of her whether or not I had to pay cover. She treated me as if I should have known better to even ask and was very short with me. I was still confused if I had to eventually pay, and I saw it was cash only, so I asked where the ATM was just in case. She pointed wordlessly to the machine behind her and gave me a look like I was a total moron for daring to ask. I felt incredibly unwelcome.

I got a Beyond burger, clarified I needed it vegan without dairy and the person who took the order confirmed they put it in as fully vegan, while I waited for my friends. After waiting about 20 minutes I got a burger with mayo on it. I have a dairy intolerance and had to get it remade, which took another 15 minutes. The tots were great and the person working the counter was much more pleasant, but the burger and food overall was not worth the time nor the price. Bar staff were fairly neutral as far as demeanor.

Maybe it was just the crowd and the night, but I got a very “mean girl gay” vibe from almost everyone and ended up sitting on the patio by myself until my friends showed, didn’t stay much longer after that. There was one pleasant group of people who briefly sat at the table with me, an oasis in an otherwise sea of weird stares and just a general aura of unpleasantness, as I was alone, scoping out the unfamiliar space, and not drinking.

I’ve followed Precinct for a while and was excited to go to an event there, but it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences I’ve had at an LGBTQ space in LA — and I go out often to other queer events and spaces alone with far different results, often with new connections and friends. I don’t often leave reviews but I was really crushed that I had such a poor experience after looking forward to finally checking this place out. I won’t...

Friends and I traveled from Florida to come here and see our favorite Drag queens perform. We stood in line for almost two hours. When we got to the door security wouldn’t let us in because my ID was expired. A bit of context; I am not a citizen and if you know the system you know it can take up to 6 months to get an ID back. I tried to present other ID to explain the situation but I was shut down. I understand rules but to every rule there’s an exception. I just think if TSA accepted my ID and I was able to travel from one coast to the next then security could have at least asked a manager if they’d be willing to make an exception. I’d even be happy with a no if there was some probing done.

Edit: (because the person from the establishment who responded didn’t really read to understand) I presented alternate ID that wasn’t a driver’s license or state ID that was not expired but was shut down. I’ve worked in hospitality and restaurants for almost 10 years. I understand liquor licenses and laws. A better response would be admitting that you and your staff don’t feel comfortable accepting other forms of ID. Don’t be passive aggressive in a feigned attempt to sound “professional”. Just say you’re salty about the review girl. Edit 2: Reading comprehension is lacking. You deleted the previous response only to respond again and missed the point. I PRESENTED ANOTHER ID. A UNITED STATES FEDERAL ID. You did not accept a federally issued ID because it wasn’t a Driver’s License. That’s fine, say that you’re not versed on all the types of IDs there are. You weren’t protecting your liquor license, you just don’t know that there are other IDs outside the ones you’re use to and that’s okay. I HATE a business that can’t identify a kink in their process and cop to it. Plus, your bouncer was rude about it. You just were not...