text: Back home hookah bars are in abundance almost like Little Caesars is here.  I've seen more Little Caesars here than I have in any other city that I've been to and trust me I've been to a lot.  Anyhow, I digress back to Crave.  Every since being first introduced to hookahs in 2006 in Ft. Lauderdale by some co-workers I've enjoyed partaking in the experience on occasion.  Most hookah bars that I've been to in the past have seemed pretty authentic.  They've been decked out in Middle Eastern decor, seats are on the floor on pillows and belly dancers perform live.   When going with large parties, reservations have been required but a dress code never was.  \n\nSo, one night I had a friend in town and I called up another friend and we decided to go to Crave.  I had checked out the website and noticed it was a bit more upscale than the hookah bars I had been to before but still decided to give it a try.  Upon arriving there was no host or hostess at the door so we had to wait for about 5 minutes.  We were then asked if we had a reservation, which we did, and were seated only after the hostess disappeared for another 5 minutes or so.  \n\nMy friends and I sat down and waited at least 15 minutes before our server came over.  At this point we were all pretty agitated but our server was extremely nice so she enticed us to stay.  We ordered drinks, our hookah and some entrees.  The drinks came first and they were delicious!!! The hookah came next and it was so strong that it could've grown hair on your chest, as my parents would say.  Then our food came which was just as tasty as our drinks (I had the crab and lobster bisque, it was to live for).  When it was time for us to pay our server asked how we wanted the bill to come and naturally we asked for it to be split.  She said they don't do that.  It could only be split evenly.  That sucked because I hadn't ordered as much as my friends had.  \n\nI wouldn't necessarily suggest going back but if one of my friends wanted to go I'd tag along.