710 North Black Horse Pike
Mount Ephraim, NJ 08059
Camden County
Phone: (856) 931-8040
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by Marylee Pezzullo on First of all, the place looks nice as soon as you walk in, but the bartenders Suck ass! I thought I was the only one being mistreated, but then noticed another girl was pissed off because of the way the bartender was also treating her. I WAS NOT EVEN DRUNK! The sound system is horrible and to say that more than half of the people in the room were'nt even dancing. I agree with a comment below,,,it did feel like a high school dance. Not a good experience for me.
by Kacy Dirose on Walking in I didn't first understand what A.C. Doyle's flouncy detective had to do with this strip-mall, Chili's knock-off (with apologies to Chili's). I ain't no star of Criminal Minds and Eureka moments worthy of ejaculation are few and far between for a mooncalf like myself. But then it all became clear. Too clear. I think the elements, as Dr. Watson said to Sherlock, were coming together, sir. The first indicator was Freddy Krueger, who in his striped sweater looked like someone shrank Willem Dafoe a foot, gave him a beer gut, and skewed his face like his mother hit him in the face with a dildo when he was a baby. Freddy was desperately trying to present, in the anthropological sense, to a man I can only assume played guitar for a Limp Biscuit cover band, the way Freddy was rarin' that rear at 'em. "Hahaha, I forgot what I was doing. Hahaha. Do you like hot better than cold? I like hot better than cold, tee hee hee," a voice interrupted my dread that Limp Biscuit man was going to just go after Freddy Hound of the Baskerville's style right there between their other friends who were taking a break from pedophilia for a night at Sherlock's. Playing dumb, the voice was, or so I thought. Turning I would discover a gaggle of transvestites so thin that their unnaturally highly-pushed-up bras bugged out like the complex eyes of drosophila. These poor men must have starved themselves for months just to fit into those Affliction-for-women shirts and Uggs. They were frazzling their hair and trying to lift their emaciated buttocks in a pastiche of perkiness so as to attract a guy like Freddy they could have their way with in the "ladies" room later. "Eureka! Holy petunias!" I said to the roustabouts I sometimes associate with. Each male in this generic gastro-pub was looking for a level of homo-eroticism just as strong as Sherlock's and Dr. Watson's. I had wandered into the worst gay club in Austin. Entering a gay club, you can usually expect some workaday debauchery. What I had never encountered before Sherlock's was open acceptance of guys in Ed Hardy shirts rubbing themselves so forcefully on the guys wearing beanies indoors. To add to their perversity, some of them insisted on talking about the virtues of dating a Mormon "girl" or whistled at a female just as they were licking each others ears and twisting their faces into hideous pleasure-grimaces that their camouflage hats couldn't cover all the way. The Sherlock's community seemed to have fetishized Corona, Ed Hardy, and James Avery rings, for any male that had all these accessories invariably had his shirt pulled up with two Red Hot Chili Peppers fanboys moistly sucking his man breasts. The seventh time I saw this I choked on my weak drink because a fanboy drew blood, and I thought it would be better to leave before the really weird stuff started. But, hey, who am I to judge? These paraphiliacs are just trying to live their lives- and Sherlock's might just be the perfect place for them to really self-actualize.
by Eric S. on I hit this place this past Saturday and WOW!!!! I danced all night to the funky hip hop beats in the front room and could barely contain myself after making my way to the 2nd room. Every where you go there's a phat beat filling the room and you can't help but move. Service was great! for a dance club. The girls behind the bar served me right up every time I stepped up! And let me tell ya, I stepped up a lot! The cash bar keeps it simple so no biggie there. I danced until 3 in the morning with my group of fun people. I had read all about this place from my fellow ATL rateclubsers and it delivered. Thanks for the good word you guys. I had a blast! MJQ gets 2 rock-en thumbs up! Eric
