Coupes has never been known for their food or as a cool bar. It was popular because because anyone and everyone could get in; even high school students. It is a really small bar, the bartenders are mostly college students and don't know how to make most of the drinks. Sometimes, they have live bands, but they are young bands that are a pain to listen to. I think it is a great trick they play, the drunker you are the less you care about the awful band.
Review Source:More of a bar than a restaurant, I choose to talk about the later. Â I came in for an early dinner trying to take advantage of one of their specials. Â The food was actually really good. Â It was not standard bar food at all. Â It was a lot more fancier. Â The flank steak was tender and had a great sauce on it. The potatoes that came on the side were so creamy. Â I do love the crackers they serve at this restaurant, better than peanuts any day. Â I think it's a diamond in the rough. Â The place doesn't get enough appreciation for it's food.
Review Source:I'd give it a 5 if you're a student looking to get shitfaced. Â But really, I got sick of Coupe's by the end of my 3rd year. Â It's known as the bar for first years. Â It's usually overcrowded and there's a line for the bathroom. Â If you stick your hand in the kitchen door by the lady's room, you'll find baskets of crackers - they're good : )
Review Source:More affectionately known as Coupe's, this bar was named one of the best college bar by Playboy or Rolling Stone (I can't remember which) while I was in college. Â I never understood that. Â I guess the beer was cheap, the cheap beer, that is. Â There is a bunch of seating on the patio out back, which is nice in the summer, with a stage, but the only band I saw there wasn't old enough to be up past 10pm, let alone drink. Â But that seems to be par for the course. Â The crowd always seemed very young.
I only ate dinner there once to celebrate a friend completing her thesis. Â The waitress forgot to take our order until we flagged her down half an hour later. Â Then our food was delayed in the kitchen past the end of the waitress's shift. Â She left, and no one adopted our table. Â It was past 10pm before we found someone to track down our order. Â I suppose that it worked out in the end because I was underage at the time and they started checking IDs at the door before our food ever arrived, thus furthering the problem of the infestation of the young'uns.