Mars 2112

I went here a few years ago… Ugh worst experience ever! I was so scared the times I went here! Yet I would still be freaked out! The spaghetti tasted like boogers! It’s so creepy! God I’m glad this place closed! When ever I pass by the 50thst Subway Stop I get scared!

OK, it was a bit kitsch-​y, but that was the point. The spaceship ride down to the restaurant was unique and my kids liked the atmosphere. You had to be a kid to really enjoy it. Sorry it closed.

dont listen to these other reviews!!! a few pals and i were in new york (new york) this weekend and it did not shut down!!! it is still alive and well in the sewers of new york city!!! you are only allowed in if you know the password. it’s an elite only place. you peasants cannot get in. good luck in life.

Oh, my gosh. I went to this place in 2008 or something with my family when we spent a few days in the city during spring break, and it was quite the experience. And I do not mean that in a good way.
First there was this spaceship ride that we took to the dining area, and it made us all nauseous. When we exited the nauseating ride, we sat down at a table to eat. I was only eight years old at the time, but I do remember that there was a terrible odor wafting through the restaurant. It was like puke and mold combined. There was also a big TV playing an obscure video of an alien dude doing sign language or something. Like, what the heck? The menu had pretty much nothing I was interested in. Even my parents and my brother hated the place. We decided, «Forget it,» and just decided to get out of there. I was a little scared because I didn’t want to go on that awful UFO again. Luckily, there was a «teleporter» leading out of the restaurant. So we returned to our hotel and got room service or something.
After reading some other peoples’ reviews for this restaurant (specifically comments about the food), it sounds like it was a pretty good idea for us to leave.
Fast-​forward five years later. I suddenly remember Mars 2112 and decide to Google it to see what exactly is up with that place now. I learn that it closed a few years before. I am SO happy.
So, basically, if you ever meet anyone who says, «Man, I wish I had gone to Mars 2112 before it closed,» tell them that they really did not miss out on anything.

Well the place closed down and I honestly am not surprised. Was hoping to review it when it was open but beggars can’t be choosers.
When you walk in you enter a «spaceship» and experience a mediocre motion ride where you then go to enter a spacious cheesy restaurant.
To the place’s credit it gets the theme down okay even if it’s more cheesy than «Mars-​esque.» The people in alien costumes again adds to the cheesiness but for kids it’s fine.
Food cost a small king’s ransom and the quality was close to inedible.
It gets the second star for the ambience and for being different than the average place but thankfully this tourist trap has bit the dust.

How is this place «Out of business/​CLOSED». I LOVED it here… the food wasn’t great, but the experience was adorable! Bummmer :(

I’m going to show some love for Mars 2112. It wasn’t the first time my children had been to Manhattan, but they were just getting to the age where things started to be «cool». It was so nice out that we just left with nothing planned. So with our handy smart phones we pulled up Google, did a web search for «cool restaurants for kids“and this place popped up. We arrived and got to ride a space ship rather than an average stuffy elevator.
If you are trying to save your dolla dolla than this might not be the place. There is a small cover type of charge and the food is slightly overpriced, I’m guessing do to the totally gnarly décor. We enjoyed our typical American cuisine and played some games in the arcade. My kids loved the aliens and the whole outer space feel to it. That’s what it’s about.

This restaurant is gone, closed, nothing left but the sign.

We visited Mars 2112 in mid-​October 2011.
This place has DEFINITELY gone TOTALLY DOWNHILL over the past several years!
First of all, they actually charge you to come into the facility! You go and sit in the «spaceship» that doesn’t move anymore and watch an outdated 5 minute movie as you travel to Mars. Even my 3 year old was looking at me like, «c’mon mom, this is terrible!» The charge shows up on your bill at the end — it was $ 2 per person. The charge would be ok if it was a cool entrance into a fun place but it was not anything close to it.
I live in CA now but when I lived in NYC, a group of friends would go there for happy hour to hang out in the bar and have fun Mars cocktails. It was actually a pretty happening place. Now, there wasn’t a sole in the bar and it wasn’t even staffed. Lame!
Most importantly you need to know that this place is not clean, IT’S GROSS! Our feet were literally sticking to the floor… and the floor was carpeted! When you went from the carpet to the floor in the bathrooms, your feet make loud sticking sounds on the floor. That is not good. It makes you wonder if they have ever cleaned the carpets, replaced or updated anything since they opened about 15 years ago! Again, gross!
Now for the food… if you actually have to go there, just go ahead and order something fried. If you order anything that should contain a fresh ingredient in it, you may be taking your life into your hands.
Sadly, our group of 9 (5 kids + 4 adults) dropped $ 200 and this didn’t even include any cocktails!
There are sooo many places to eat in NYC, please find someplace else to eat and spend your hard earned money.

Five stars for the alien in the skintight aqua body suit, with a golden thong looking thing strapped around his butt…
Oh. there’s food there as well?

If I were writing a screenplay about struggling actors working in a depressing theme restaurant, it would be set here.
We enter. A woman with gold sparkles splattered on her face and a nominal command of language ushers us into the «spaceship» to Mars. My darling prodigies grab seats in the front of the empty spacecraft. Eventually we «take off» meaning the doors close and the video starts playing. Alas, the «spaceship» is broken.
«Why aren’t we moving?» my four-​year old wonders.
«This is lame!» says the six-​year old.
The kids spend the entire four-​minute, pre-​Pixar animation pointing out that the spaceship does not move. It ends. We exit into the «Mars spaceport» where glitter-​face awaits.
«Was you payin’ attention to the movie?» she asks.
We was! We pass her quiz and are directed to a corpulent woman with glowing antlers. She’s seated at her station, looking down, chins resting in her palm. No eye contact. In retrospect she was probably hoping I’d deliver a quick death blow to the back of her neck.
«First name?» she asks. Still no eye contact. I answer. She directs us downstairs to the hostess… who asks me if my name is Brian.
From what I can ascertain, the primary function of the overweight alien upstairs is telling the downstairs hostess my name before I can tell her myself. Not that I want to contribute to the nation’s unemployment, but I don’t see why there needs to be a middleman or middlealien for that task.
We enter the restaurant area, a big room with fake red rocks and TVs hailing from an age when Michael Jackson wasn’t creepy, Mel Gibson was cool and George Lucas hadn’t murdered the Star Wars franchise. They run a looped video of an alien doing sign language from what looks to be a sixth-​generation VHS copy.
We’re seated at a ridiculously crooked table. My kids clamber onto the duct-​taped banquette. Nearby, the man who will be our waiter reassures a very large customer that he’ll correct her bill. Promising. Around us are couples without children. One has to wonder: Why on earth would anyone of sound mind come to a Mars-​themed restaurant without kids? Yet, there they are. Maybe they know something I don’t. Maybe the ramshackle Martian atmosphere is a great place to break up with someone or tell your wife you’ve been posting crotch shots on Craigslist.
One of the day’s specials is pesto linguine sprinkled with mozzarella and peanuts. Do they mean pine nuts? It says peanuts. Maybe glitter-​face writes the menus. Or maybe the chef actually thinks that sounds delicious. The menu reads like Ruby Tuesday’s, but with space-​related words randomly tacked on: Quasar Quesadilla, Nebula Chili Nachos, Astral Cod Fish Sandwich. Mmmm, astral.
The waiter is nice but doesn’t know what a gimlet is and has no idea what gins they offer. Why do I want a gimlet? Because their beer and wine selection is shameful. He returns to tell me, «Yes, they have Bombay and they have gimlet.»
A three-​eyed alien approaches the table. The youngest buries his head in his hands. The older one is coloring his placemat. The alien does some hand gestures, blows a kiss and meanders off. I feel bad for the alien because she is a person in a costume as old and tattered as the establishment. Inside is some poor human being with hopes and dreams, her head stuck inside a filthy three-​eyed alien helmet, breathing stale air and wondering if the résumés she recently blasted out will come to anything.
My gimlet is terrible but at least it’s strong. Another «alien» walks by in a mask and blue leotard. He’s in too much of a hurry to stop but offers up a wave. The kids are indifferent.
The food arrives. Plastic plates. The kids’ macaroni and cheese is elbow pasta floating in orange cheese liquid. My chicken breast sandwich — which my waiter told me was great — is a paragon of mediocrity. Flavorless white protein draped with soggy pieces of undercooked bacon in a fresh-​from-​fridge cold bun. A chicken’s life squandered.
Naturally, the arrival of the food activates my four-​year old’s bladder. We dash to the restroom where I come to the mind-​blowing realization that Mars 2112 has a washroom attendant. Until this moment I had always assumed they graced only the most pretentious establishments: Five star hotels, trendy nightclubs, «Gentlemen’s» clubs. There’s now a dramatic shift in my understanding of the rules of washroom attendantry.
Back at the table the kids nurse their orange pasta soup. We’re approached by a woman identifying herself with a straight face as Empress Gloriana, ruler of Mars. She asks how everything is. With no regard to the legal penalties on Mars for bald-​faced lying I say, «Good.» She wishes us well and moves on to matters of more diplomatic import, I can only hope.
At that moment I decide life on Mars is depressing. I make the call to return to Earth immediately which thrills the kids to no end. Apparently they missed it.

It was extremely hot outside and we were looking for a bar. I spotted this place below and thought that even though Mars is a red planet, it should have AC. The $ 2 entrance fee is bizarre (why don’t they just make the prices higher?) but as I said, it was extremely hot.
We walked through a long hallway and the experience was getting weird. However, there was AC. Finally we came upon a bar which was completely empty (no bartender either– I guess we could’ve just served ourselves, but we’re too honest)
Then we walked further until we got to a pretty empty restaurant (it was 4pm-​ish). No server came to our table, but we had AC. After like twenty minutes we finally had someone bring us water and ordered chips and guacamole that were terrible. The server we had said strange things like «Welcome to Mars» and «Enjoy your journey back to Earth». There were people in costumes walking around and slapping five. They had AC. The server went to confirm if we had the City Pass, which is strange because we didn’t say we had one nor showed one. The prices weren’t outrageous but they obviously put no effort into service or food. it’s just a ploy to get kids in.
The AC was pretty good and besides the weird video popping up every ten minutes, it was quiet, so it met our expectations at the time

If I was a naïve kid with no discerning taste on what’s good or not, I probably would have gone crazy about this place. It has a kitschy space themed thing going on that children and tourists may enjoy.
Basically it’s like a really bad Disney World ride sash restaurant. When you first walk in, you enter a spaceship in order to get to Mars, your dining destination.
According to other reviewers it hasn’t been working lately, but I haven’t been here for a while so I can’t say otherwise.
This place wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that the mediocre food is ridiculously overpriced.
Yes the poor individuals in alien costume is a little corny, but when I was a kid I thought it was great.
Pros:
The Mars/​space/​science fiction atmosphere is cool and fun to be in.
Good for kids.
Cons:
You can get better food in «name fast food chain of your desire here.»
Really overpriced.
May anger your cynical adults who had experienced better. Much better.

Why does this place even exist anymore? It’s sad because I had great memories of being a kid from the suburbs of NJ being taken here on a field trip. This place was hopping over 10 years ago and super awesome (at least in my 9 yr old mind). But now, this place is old and DEAD! Literally saw 1 table of 4 people eating there, what idiots.
I came with a friend around 7:30 PM on a Thursday night despite reading all the bad reviews on Unilocal.We figured it would be entertaining to see people in Martin suits while drinking half-​off drinks… which by the way DO NOT EXIST anymore. We read that they had happy hour from 5−9pm but when we arrived, there was none. «Mars Bar», their bar area had no one, we went to the restaurant area and it was empty… We left of course.
and they charge a $ 2 entrance fee (it just gets added onto your food bill)? WTF, they must be desperate for money since there are no customers.

The spaceship may be out of order, but don’t worry, you can still get to Mars via the stairs.
When you wander through the hanger reminiscent of alien B-​movies, you’ll find yourself in an enormous underground cave bathed in a dim red light.
In Manhattan, where space is at such a premium, it must have cost a fortune to construct this Disneyworld ride of a restaurant. And they clearly have to recoup the cost of that construction through the food and drink, which explains the $ 18 burger, the $ 15 tomato and mozzarella salad (which had very little of either, atop a mountain of lettuce), and the $ 12 glasses of house Pinot Grigio.
There was no chance I was suffering through this meal without the aid of alcohol. At first I thought I’d go for the $ 11 Orgasmic Comet (or another «Mars-​tini»), solely so I could make inappropriate jokes. But then I realized there were children present, and I’m far too classy (read: cheap) for that. So I got a Newcastle, which in Martian appears to translate to Murphy’s Irish Stout.
As I wasn’t particularly hungry, I can’t speak for much of the food. I would normally assume it was atrocious, but I have to admit that the fries were actually REALLY good. And they didn’t screw up the spring rolls, which were served with a nice dipping sauce, and some halfway decent glass noodles.
All in all, it was far more enjoyable than I had initially imagined. If you’re getting roped into dining here as well, you need to suck it up and accept the fact that you’re there for the children among you.** This place is awesome for kids old enough to appreciate it, but young enough to still be amazed by the cheap costumes and kitschy décor. My guess is that 3 – 7 years old is the sweet spot. And there’s even a pretty good arcade for the older ones. Relax, and have a good time on their behalf.
And if you’re lucky, you might high-​five a Martian. I did, so I’ve got that going for me.
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**But if you don’t have kids, why the hell are you here? Seriously, who are you people?!

«Houston, we have a big problem…»
Holy cow, what a POS. This place might not have been lame back in its hay-​day, but now it’s just a mess. It’s not even like Disney rejects, it’s like Disney on crack. All the employees seem to loath being there and you will, too.
Your experience starts off with a $ 2 space ship ride to «Mars.» This jerky «ride» has terrible graphics and probably wasn’t even cool 15 – 20 years ago when it opened. Once on Mars you quickly realize what a sad life you do lead. We had a large group and sat on the upper level. Every now and again characters in ill-​conceived costumes might visit your table for a photo opp and at one point they all gathered for a line dance that was not well choreographed and, really, just embarrassing. Our waiter talked to us about how much he hated his job, how underappreciated he was, how he almost got fired, and how he couldn’t wait to get off of work so he could go to a rave later. Really?!
Food is overpriced and bland, experience was lame, the bar area seemed to be closed indefinitely, all of the staff wants to bounce that place and so will you. Do yourself a favor, shrug and tell your naïve children the aliens moved to Venus and go ANYWHERE else instead.

I give them one star basically because the scenary and décor inside this place is really cool and looks great.
Now I will admit I went in with a large group. We all know when you go in a large group things diminish. But the food was absolutely horrible. I had a basic chicken breast sandwich that the chicken breast didn’t even come clost to filling the bun up and was so over cooked (ok, so it should have been described as blackened). The rest of our group had hamburgers and pasta dishes. Overall everyone was severely dissapointed.
The service staff tried, but they just were way overmatched. There was no where near enough of them to handle the crowd. Basically all tables were filled.
All in all, skip this place. Maybe walk down and take a picture of the rock formations, but that is it. Save your money for a deli or any other restraurant on the island.
If this was strictly a night club, would be totally awesome.

You know when things are soooooo bad, it could be good? Kind of like Rocky Horror Picture Show? Yeah. This is not it. There was no camp to this at all. It was so bad, that it was well… BAD.
+ across from The Winter Garden/​Mamma Mia!
… that’s about all the positives I can give it.
— the food did NOT taste good… my friends and I ordered different food — chicken wrap, pasta, and a burger… yet we all felt SICK afterwards.
— waiters weren’t very enthusiastic… they were forced to do this «can can» dance thing to some 80’s bad techno music… you can tell from their face how much they enjoyed it. It was quite depressing.
— the simulation ride ($ 2/​person) to your table was boring.
— the decoration/​design were really lame…
— let’s face it, people dressed up in costumes… kinda creepy.
Hmmph. I am REQUIRED to give at least one? Shoot.

Here we go again… another theme restaurant where this one has a stimulation ride to kill time while you wait for your table. This resturant is themed to aliens where wait staff are dressed in space gear for NASA. It’s like the X-​Files comes out of the TV screen onto your plate. The food is just average. Theme restaurants are totally not my forte as my former love was celebrating a birthday years ago here with a friend.
The service is just average also. It’s good for children as it’ll entertain them with aliens and space which is has better entertainment than a space museum.

I was at Mars 2112 for an XO Network party (
). We RSVP’d and arrived early to get in free. The venue is so over-​the-​top it works. The dance floor, by day a dining room, is a large Martian cavern, with «rock» walls, mysterious lights, and random metallic protrusions — all safely above the crowd or behind safety rails.
Security staff weren’t uptight, doing their jobs with a smile. The bathroom attendant (Sylvester) was cool. In general, drinks and shots were all weak for the prices — who ever heard of a shot of straight Patron that’s only so-​so? Our main bartender (Onika — I’m spelling it wrong, but it was a Japanese name) was super customer-​oriented, offering to take a photo of our group.
DJ Peter Parker kept the stylish crowd bouncing and my friends dancing, hit after hit. It wasn’t mega packed, but a good time. Mars 2112 gets an «A» for effort. You won’t catch me here during the day, but I wouldn’t mind returning for a party.