464 Center Avenue
Charleroi, PA 15022
Washington County
Phone: (724) 483-6773
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by Marie B. on So much fun! I have been coming here over the past year. And every time I have a blast. If you can get past the doorman, embrace the golden retreat of beautiful people and awesome beats.
by Evan L. on I have two jobs. One of which is at a bar - which I won't review on here because I'm bias and I'm all about FAIR AND UNBIASED REVIEWS. Also, I'm not sure what else I would write about my bar other than "$$ money money holla papa needs a new pair of shoes $ yes! i can pay my rent and afford to eat!" or something like that. So last weekend I found myself free on Saturday night with people who actually WANTED to hang out. We went to Bootie. The line was long, I was intimidated. The bouncers seemed cheerful and friendly. Never seen anything like that. Scary. The crowd was a nice mix of tranny prostitutes, marina girls, castro gays and homeless people. Awesome! We arrived to see the end of the live band. They were pretty amazing so I definitely recommend showing up early. Also, have a jager bomb or five. It'll help set the mood. Nice vibe in the 90s mashup room. And the drinks in that room were bigger? Guess that bartender didn't get the "use the small plastic cups" memo. Also, have a jager bomb or five. It'll help set the mood. We looked back downstairs to the see the GAYEST "burlesque" show I've ever seen. And I live in the Castro and went to Folsom St. Fair. Basically, I've seen my share of gay and that shit was on par. Also, have a jager bomb or five. It'll help set the mood. Be prepared to dance without reservations. This is where the jager bombs come in. You'll be drunk yet FULLY ALERT for about two hours before you CRASH. Oh, and don't lose your keys in your cab. Because your roommate won't answer and you'll vomit outside of your front door and call friends in hysterics because you're a drunken homeless mess.* *I think she had fun anyways?
by Pia Waag on This was supposed to be the "hot" club, where all the celebrities go. Just turned out to be a small venue, over-crowded, pricey ass place to party. The first night that Sar-bear and I went, we got lucky because we were with people who were willing to fork over a week's paycheck to get bottle service. The music wasn't that great to begin with, and people kept knocking me in the head with their elbows and spilling their drinks on me. I know i'm tiny, but damn... it happened more times in one night than all the times that I've been out in Cali. Although we didn't have such a great time, we decided to give the spot another try, just us girls. Tried to flirt w/ the bouncers to get us in for free- no go. Would've worked in Cali though. Fuckin paid 25 bucks/head to get in. Didn't have any more cash, so we put the tab on our credit card. The music was lame, and the crowd was non-existent, so we decided to leave after about 20 minutes. Only to find out, there's a $30 minimum to charge the card... A couple drinks later, 70+ dollars and precious time wasted, we left Marquee. Based on my experience, worst. club.ever. Bright side of the night- we got a picture w/ NYPD =)
