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Society
1257 Hamilton Street
604.629.8800

Mon-Fri 11:30 – Midnight
Sat/Sun 4:30-Midnight

I just couldn’t help it. I was having a moment. It was like a combination of flashbacks from Legally Blonde, Clueless, and House Bunny.
Where was I…..?

As many of you have probably heard there’s a new kid in town, specifically Yaletown, in the old home of Coast restaurant.

She goes by the name of Society.

If you’re thinking pink right now you’re on the right track. In fact the impressive pink chandeliers that occupy the first floor make quite the statement, and who would really expect anything less from the newest addition from the Glowbal Group?

They claim that at Society, “anything can happen” and do I ever believe it after a night out there with a couple of my girlfriends. Not exactly a tale of debauchery but we did have it all: the good, the bad, and the hilarious!

The good

• the food was perfect for a rainy night. The drinks were exactly what we needed. (Try the French Rose if you go.)
• the atmosphere. It was bustling, packed, and everyone seemed to be having a good time or, at the very least, happy to get a seat.

The bad

• the wait, the wait, the wait! The hostesses would benefit from a speech on “under promise and over deliver.” We were told the wait would be about an hour. It turned into two. Not horrible but even over the noise we could hear the tick-tock of our watches and growling stomachs.
• the uniforms. As Elle would say, they were “unfortunate looking.” Not to get on a fashion high horse but the servers should be given a fair shot and the mismatched “wife beater” tank tops were just, well, tragic. Nothing high society about that.

The hilarious

• the service! Like I said, we had an hour wait that extended into two but we were definitely kept entertained. We passed the time in the upstairs lounge and found a game to play; see if you can figure out where the food is supposed to go before the food runner does! I’ve never seen so many delicious dishes wander back and fourth in and around me so often. Luckily in the small space it did look like everything did end up in the right lap before it got cold.
• when we did a couple of check-ins to see about how much longer we would be nestled upstairs a straight answer was elusive:

Hostess: “Wellll, that table over there has started their appetizers but I don’t know how long it’ll take them to eat everything.” Blank stare.
Us: “Ok….(is this happening?)…but can you tell us how many people are ahead of us?
Hostess: Oh, yeah….three!

Eventually we were seated downstairs, had our dinner and the requisite “junk food platter” and continued to be entertained not only by the service, but also by the messy-night-nightclub vibe that was going on in the ladies restroom. Nothing about the experience was boring.

Will we be back? Absolutely. You can bet your society’s secret handshake on it!

Nicole