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by vanessa e. on bob bar is legit! good music, crazy people, and a good time. givin it four because at least five guys were trying to get at me, including a group of french tourists and some rowdy men in what looked like business attire. MINUS ONE STAR. come if you're into dancing to hip hop in small spaces (it's fun, i promise).
by Salvador Brogglin on Given a choice between shitting my pants in public and going clubbing where there's a cover charge and a line of Asian people out the door, I would probably hesitate before answering. Somehow I found myself waiting in line with a gaggle of Asian friends on a Saturday night at Suede in San Francisco. There was a $10 guestlist charge, which is their way of saying, good job, you know how to use the internet, and fine we'll let you in, but you're an ugly loser so you still gotta pay. One friend wasn't on the list but the line girl still gave him a ticket for the guestlist price, so I guess that makes him a good looking winner who doesn't know how to use the internet. Whatever, we were still stuck in the same sinking boat. We get inside and there's all sorts of facial hair and measured looks of lonely boredom on the dance floor. We hang out near the bar for a while and that's when my first realization of the night hits me - it's Latino night. Don't get me wrong, there's still an assload of Asians there, but we were outnumbered. After my friends buy two rounds, I spend $40 for four drinks and we head into the dance floor. I'm already $50 in the hole with nothing to show for it. Why did I decide to go clubbing again? After my chatty friend blows out one of my eardrums, I go upstairs and check out the other rooms, each with its own bar. Then another realization strikes - I've been here before. I should find a therapist in LA who can figure out why the hell I would go to the same shitty club twice. I'd be another $50 in the hole though. The chatty friend follows me upstairs and tells me I look different. I tell her it must be the braces. She tells me she has Invisalign. I tell her to put it on so we can make out and lock orthodontic appliances together like we're back in middle school. She gives me a disgusted look and quickly runs away, finally leaving me the hell alone. I walk over to my other Asian friends and we stand there looking around. I guess the correct term is posing. Ten minutes later, we go back downstairs to see our other friend's boyfriend sitting there with a glazed drunken smile on his face and a Latina girl on his lap. Our friend and her boyfriend suddenly have to leave. Then I had my final realization of the night - I liked Latino night. My friend who could probably beat up every guy in our group even though she's a girl wouldn't dare throw down with a Latina girl, saving us all a lot of drama. Also I don't have to deal with Asian guys staring me down just because I accidentally elbowed them in the neck when trying to get by and they correctly size me up as a bleeder. And I don't have to stare down half of the Asian guys there because we look and dress the same, except they all have more money, muscles, and girls than I do. When you put a group of dancing Latinos in between all the posers, it dispels a lot of the beef. That or alcohol. I dunno which one it was, I was already drunk by then. I normally don't dance, but when I'm drunk I can't stop dancing. Besides myself, none of the other dudes in our group were dancing, but that's probably because the music sucked ass. So my buff friend's girlfriend and her friend drag me through the crowd and up on the stage with them, where there's a shiny pole glistening in the strobe lights, beckoning young attention-starved girls to use it. I tell them to go for it. My friend's girlfriend says she'll do it but she doesn't want to get filmed by the cameradude running around on stage. I tell them to wait until he's filming other people and then get on the pole. So then they start pole dancing and I watch them for a while, thinking to myself I shouldn't be watching, before I finally I snap out of it. I tap the cameradude on the shoulder and point at the two Asian girls doing hip thrusts against the pole, then jump off stage and run away so my buff friend doesn't kick my ass. I'll just have to deal with Satan kicking my ass in Hell for the rest of eternity at a later time. To sum up, Suede has expensive drinks, zero atmosphere, a guestlist fee, lots of dudes, and crappy music. Despite it all, I unexpectedly had a good time at Suede, mostly due the large group of friends I was with, not to mention my lack of both morals and alcohol tolerance. Since I somehow actually managed to have fun inside a club, I have to shudder with self-reprehension and reluctantly give Suede 3 stars.
