The Woo Woo — Restaurant in New York

I had been to The Woo Woo twice last summer and enjoyed the decor so I was excited to return with my sister after a Broadway show as she is a fan of speakeasy’s. We were dressed in smart-casual attire, and their sign only prohibited sweatpants, athletic attire, and tracksuits. Yet, I was immediately denied entry by a worker wearing a themed graphic tee and jeans, because of my fitted knit pants—while multiple guests inside wore leggings, scrubs, hoodies, and crewneck sweatshirts. The double standard in dress code enforcement made no sense.

When I politely asked to speak to a manager, I was dismissed abruptly and told “I’m the manager, we have a dress code” and then he walked off. A staff member then returned with a bouncer, even though I had remained calm and respectful the entire time. After leaving the establishment and waiting outside for the rest of my party to get directions to another location, I was asking the bouncer to specify the dress code to me. The bouncer became rude and irate- even said “Stop talking to me,” refusing to clarify the dress code inconsistencies and making it clear we weren’t welcome. Despite me wearing Ugg booties, he said “you have on Crocs, you’re not getting in.” It was odd that someone that can’t tell Uggs from Crocs was supposed to judge my dress. Instead of addressing the issue, they escalated it unnecessarily, which was unprofessional.

The Woo Woo does have a speakeasy-style atmosphere, but it’s all about aesthetic over experience. The drinks are cute but you are paying cocktail money for what is essentially juice with a dash of liquor and service inside is rushed—staff closely monitor guests to enforce a strict 90-minute time limit, making the whole experience feel transactional.

There are far better spots in NYC for good cocktails and quality service. If you’re just looking for a photo-op and don’t care for decent service, then check it out. Otherwise, it’s not worth the hassle.

Try Paradise Lost, Nothing Really Matters, or Welcome to the Johnson’s if you’re into themed bars.

SB: you may not enter this establishment alone. Singles are...

The Woo Woo isn’t just a bar; it’s an experience. This modern-day speakeasy takes you on a thrilling journey into the sultry, vibrant chaos of 1980s Times Square, blending it seamlessly with the open-minded inclusivity of today. From the moment you locate its unassuming storefront, you know you’re in for something special—and perhaps a little wicked.

To enter, you’ll need the coveted password, which adds an air of exclusivity and intrigue. The journey begins as you ascend a graffiti-laden staircase, which feels like stepping into the pages of a gritty New York City story. You arrive at an adults-only sex shop that feels delightfully cheeky, stocked with vintage 80s porn magazines and memorabilia—a daring and amusing prelude to what awaits beyond the iconic red curtain.

Once you’re buzzed through the VCR bookcase portal (yes, really), you enter a world that’s equal parts nostalgia and modern-day fantasy. The space is intimate, dimly lit, and dripping with retro glamour. The cocktail menu is an art form, drawing inspiration from music and television, with creations that are as inventive as they are delicious. Whether you’re in the mood for a flaming spectacle or a cocktail with rhythmic flair, the options are as varied as they are tantalizing.

What truly sets The Woo Woo apart is its embrace of all walks of life. This is a space where everyone 21+ is welcomed with open arms, creating an atmosphere of liberation and celebration. The staff is warm, attentive, and genuinely invested in making sure each guest feels like part of the story.

The Woo Woo captures the spirit of an era when the world felt limitless while celebrating the progressive, fluid mindset of today. It’s a sultry, immersive escape that guarantees more than just a drink—it delivers an unforgettable night filled with promiscuity, seduction, and a few blush-worthy surprises. If you’re looking for a unique and thrilling adventure, The Woo Woo is...

This past Saturday I reserved a table for 12 but ended up having a friend join. The lady at the front desk (dark hair, black shirt, pony tail) was not cooperative at all and was throwing a lot of attitude for no reason. She said we cannot have all 13 seated and one will have to stand, and we cannot take chairs from any other table or block any servers-even with SO MANY EMPTY TABLES around us! As if this 13th person was just not a normal human wanting to eat and drink? My boyfriend gladly took this standing role but a few of us squeezed chairs together so we could sit. She also emphasized on it being a table for 90 minutes ONLY- and even when she sat us down at the table she kept saying 6 here 6 there and one needs to stand, a few of my guests arrived later and she made sure to tell each one of them the same thing. Like lady calm down? We were a huge group and would pay a huge gratuity regardless so I dont get why she was being so ridiculous. She also reiterated it to every server on the floor. She also pretty much sucked the fun out of the entier speakeasy entrance experience. Aside from that table server was super nice and sweet, the drinks were yummy (recommend the dirty dancing!) and the nacho fries were INSANELY GOOD. If you are at the front desk- please learn to be a polite, nobody cares if you are a restaurant host near times sq on a Saturday night, neither me or my guests will ever...