by Jozy B. on If I had reviewed this place a year ago I probably would have given it 4 stars, cause up until this point, it had never failed me (or I wasn't sick of it yet.) So, I gotta hand it to them, the turnout is usually pretty good. I mean, all the times I've been have been lively and full of people, but that's probably because every freakin' party bus stops off here. And I'll admit, I've had a lot of fun here, but then there were a few instances that made me change my mind... 1) One night, I guess there were too many ins & outs, so they decided to charge us for re-entry (even those with wristbands/stamp) and I had gone out for a smoke (in the front since the back patio wasn't open) and was left with no choice but to pay for re-entry, since all my friends were still in there (party bus). What kind of shit is that?! 2) Another party bus incident...they wouldn't let some of the people in (okay, some were pretty blasted, so I understand that...) but one guy we were with was wearing a buttoned-up Coogi shirt and some matching jeans (the print from the shirt and the pockets of the jeans). They wouldn't let him in because he was "too matchy and his jeans were too baggy." His jeans weren't even that baggy! His shirt costed more than some people's whole outfits! But they let some guy in some black sneakers in. Wow...a bunch of bull...
by Dannette Ambrister on I think you're always guaranteed to have an okay time here. At least, I am. Probably because I can always find danceable music in at least one of the rooms. I have a soft spot for this place in my heart, because it was the first SF club I went to with any regularity. It was the spring of 2003, and I was freshly 21. Club Fake was all the rage. My first foray into SF hipster nightlife. Don't misunderstand; I was ANYTHING but hip. But I found what it was like to put on pretty clothes, get wasted and dance with pretty people to cool kid music. Ah, those were the days. When I was so poor that I had to drink long islands to get drunk. Now it seems the only time I go here is for Hot Pants, wherein I am ignored by lesbians instead of straight men. I like variety in my rejection, you see. EDIT 05/26/07 Welcome to the Cat Club, yet another casualty of corporate assholes effing with nightlife in this town. I was searched and frisked before getting in and being charged $7 for a somewhat itty bitty Jack and diet in a plastic cup. Hell to the naw. You are so not gonna play me like that. Peace, Cat Club. You're off the list.
