by Sascha M. on
Used to be super pretentious which I actually prefer to what it is now. Now they let in "grenades" It's only worth going if you know someone who has a table here, otherwise it's time has passed. Who wants to get their Giuseppe Zanotti booties trashed when the booze isn't even free.
by Dave C. on
Throw your arms in the air and scream for south Philly's finest community certified vomit-hole. Hello Slobs, .... Oh, the trough? This way please.... ... Traffic? Disregard it, don't worry, they understand you need what your after, they'll wait. ... Hold on, your too drunk to order? It's okay, no worries, just scream. Screaming will give you attention and eventually steak. ... Wait a minute, steak makes you vomit? No sweat! That's why your here in the first place. Vomit away. Vomit away.
by Ray Potts on
Over the years this has become my go-to spot for guaranteed great dancing because, more than any other club I've been to, The Endup is true to the music. Whether you're there for house, minimal techno, or a special event, The Endup's talented DJs are always spinning the best electronic music in the city. And the soundsystem is unrivaled; it's so phenomenal, in fact, that every time I leave this place I go to sleep with the bass still throbbing in my ears. I love disco like it's 1979, so my favorite nights are Fag Fridays and Super Soul Sundayz, both spearheaded by David Harness and typically including an amazing guest list of house music gods like Tony Humphries and Quentin Harris. The crowd is more diverse than the cover of a college viewbook. On any given night, you're guaranteed to see an eye-poppingly mixed bag of old tweaker dudes, people of indeterminate gender, butch lesbians who can pop 'n' lock with the best of them, the requisite smattering of shirtless gay men, and at least one very confused and awkward straight couple. If you're sensitive to any of these oddities, The Endup is probably not for you. The Endup is also not for those of you who just want a nondescript, run-of-the-mill club where you can hang out and hit on girls. The cover here is too steep for that kind of thing (usually at least $10), and you'd be better off at a bar. But if you're passionate about music and dancing, The Endup should not be missed. Boogie to great beats, relax and cool off on the beautiful outdoor patio, and repeat until you're too tired to move. Oh, and please be aware that this is an after-hours club. It's going to be slow at 10:30. After midnight, however, The Endup never fails to pack a house.