by Fae Wardall on
Welcome to THE BOX, home of wee hour burlesque shows and drinks starting from $14 (shots from the well)....it's not just about glitz and glamour and T, A, & C (Tits, Ass, AND Cock). It's about getting in, period. A jet setter who now mainly dwells in New Zealand, a great friend of mine was visiting Manhattan for three nights only. After having seen a "fake burlesque" show the previous evening with "sad out-of-work Midtown failed actors" singing "awesome tunes" such as "the Duck Tales theme," she was hell bent on going to a "REAL, actual burlesque show." This is how she sounded talking (on a landline - picture that) to the management there before we went out: "Yeah, hi. Uh huh. Yeah. So how much for a table.....five-eighty....five dollars and eighty cents?! Oh. Oh, five-EIGHTY. Okay." She hung up, and I was already saying no way, Jose. She, however, wouldn't be deterred. "Whatever. It's a TUESday night; it'll be totally dead. They'll be begging us to go in. Let's just go and see if we can get in. I don't care; I just want to go and get rejected. It'll be funny." I pointed out that I was wearing flip flops because I'd thought we were just going to go out for a casual dinner and beers in a dive. "Oh, MAN! I can't believe that! What's wrong with you!!!" she hollered, but I could tell she was in a great mood, and all the more thrilled for the challenge of getting me into some high profile club with slippahs on. We had an average dinner somewhere and then met up with a couple other friends, one of whose boyfriend was dressed even more of a scrub than I was with his unambitious facial hair, worn khakis, faded logo tee, and dirty Sambas. I thought this would help my friend give up her hopes so we could just relax, but nooo... Around midnight, we tramped up to a black unmarked door between Rivington and Stanton. A few scenesters were lined up outside. The sexiest high-heeled female among us walked up quietly to the skinnier of the two bouncers. Our ringleader friend shoved me along because I was "the worst case scenario" for them to judge. Sexy girl whispered, "How is it tonight?" The goateed guard muttered, "How many?" "Just us and them," she rasped. The guy looked sideways. The ringleader, her friend, and the shabby boyfriend were hilariously illuminated in the streetlight. I chuckled, knowing we were done for. Amazingly though, the man said, "All right; I can take care of you." Two minutes later, my flip-floppy, mosquito-bitten legs swaggered right into a neon-lit den/theatre that I can only describe as a Victorian pleasure palace ravaged by cocaine and modernity. The lavish decorations were kind of delightful, but I couldn't believe people paid hundreds just to see it. Drinks started being bought for triple digits per round anyway, and we staked out a corner as the room filled with malicious gay men. Girls dressed like depraved 19th century sex workers paraded by once in a while with sparklers to announce the delivery of a bottle of Ketel One or comparable libation to special tables. These gifts were received with expressions of scornful boredom by high-stepping homosexuals, who made up about 98% of the clientele. A turbo-fueled remix of "When Doves Cry" pounded out of the speakers. One couple - inspired - began madly making out. The bathrooms were set up in that nouveau hipster vogue of unisex stalls with a huge washing station outside. One toilet kept closing because a decadent cushion above it. A boa'd worker sat on the counter, handing out paper towels for chump change. After a man passed out paper bags of hot, FREE popcorn off a sterling silver platter, the show began. And I have to admit, it was some of the craziest stuff I had ever seen. An aerial dancer hung from just her heels from a huge steel hoop. A magician did a headstand on a basketball that was perched atop three tiers of plywood held up by empty glass bottles. One person was dressed as a vagina (seriously; you couldn't even tell it was a human), and shook to a screaming orgasm by contorting against a gigantic glitter tongue. A transvestite did a melancholy/humorous striptease that prominently displayed breasts, and penis. Removing a huge plug slowly from the ass (to be clear: ass as in ANUS), "zhe" licked it while gazing coquettishly at the roaring audience. In all this, one very positive thing was that it didn't feel like a freak show. No matter how freaky things became, the performers looked happy and respected. Yes, it was some crazy shit, but it was over so fast before yet another intermission was called. When we found that the next installment would start around 3 a.m., we said bye bye to The Box and its plush velvet insides. Bottom line: PERFECT for anyone who wants to beg and roll over for admission to a club that bases its prestige upon arbitrary exclusion...then teases you all night with Hadean entertainment administered in twenty minute intervals.
by Kenny C. on
The W Atlanta - Downtown a sleek 28 story tower with approximately 230 rooms, located in the Allen Plaza development in Downtown Atlanta. Located on the north end of Downtown above the 75/85 connector, the development includes W hotel, W hotel residencies, office and retail space. Due to the economy the development has slow considerably and the building which houses the W and it's residencies nearly went into foreclosure and almost auctioned off. The area has a way to go before becoming a truly seamless walking/urban neighborhood. RANKINGS Exterior Common Areas  Driving up to the hotel you drive into the Wheels motor court, indicated by the trademark "W" most properties have outside. Due to Atlanta's traffic, it's pure hell getting in and out. Check-in/Check-out [0 out of 5] I was "greeted" if you can call it that by one of the nasty check in agents I've even encountered. She was dismissive and super condescending. She appeared unhelpful, unmoved and as though she didn't want her job. As a HUGE W Fan, this individual is not what I've come to expect when checking in. I was given a small room that was not clean. Went downstairs and was handled by someone else and given a much better room. I have to wonder why wasn't I given this room to begin with? I don't throw "I'm a Platinum member" or the "do you know who I am" BS lines about, but in this instance, I felt like the agent could have placed me in a better room. I'm sure this room is not apart of the upgrade pool, but at least the agent could have tried done more than the tiny and more importantly, dirty room I was initially assigned. Interior Common Areas  Once you enter the building, you can go left to check-in area or right to the living room. although oddly shaped and space planned, I really love the decor of the living. It's bright and lively and is definitely a conversation piece unto itself. Definitely a good spot to start of the night! You can be in the middle of the action while at the same time having some privacy. The check-in area borrows a bit of the same feeling yet is a bit darker. I noticed the elevator at this property didn't have the whimsy of some of the older properties, it was really bland. Guest Rooms  I wish I could rate this room higher but despite the size and view, there nothing spectacular about the room. Parlor  Your enter an "L" shaped parlor that overlooks the connector and gives you full views of midtown. Overall First Impression: Great - this is what I what I'm accustomed to in regards to size. Furniture & Decor: I think it's hideous. It's like Barney and Grimace collaborated on the design scheme. Not to my taste. My friend Richard would love it though :o) TV: 40" HD TV with good channel coverage. However, the TV is not adjustable so you can only see it from one side of the room. Lighting: Lighting over the dining table and two table lamps. During the day it's not needed but at night, its a challenge to balance the lighting. Workspace: There is no designated or functional work space in the parlor. If needed one could work at the dining table. View: View north of midtown Bedroom  Overall First Impression: Nice and spacious. City views continue around the corner. Bed: Inviting, very firm & nice linens. If you're a person who chooses to work in bed, you'll need to unplug several devices so that you can get to an outlet Furniture & Decor: same as the parlor, but I do like the feature wall behind the bed. Closet Space: One small closet that houses the safe and iron/ironing board. TV: Identical to the parlor Lighting: Lots of lighting on either side of the bed. Workspace: Desk is opposite bed and faces building across the street. Good lighting and electrical sockets near the desk. View: The bed and desk face the apartment building and the view is of that buildings recreation deck. Guest Room Bathroom  Sink: Residential feel with good counter space. Enough working space for multiple people to prepare without causing any issues. Shower: Nice sized shower with rain shower head. Good pressure and water temperature. Tub: No tub Toiletries: Typical bliss toiletries and lots of towels not enough space here for my complete review. For more details please visit: http://kennected.blogs...
by Alla Veater on
i really do like cocomos. It is 30 dollars to get in which is really expensive for me, cause i rarely pay to get into clubs.. you gotta know people.. so i do recommed doing guest list 10 before 11 oclock. way more cheaper. i love the scenery and the outdoor and indoor spots. i went there about 2 weeks ago on south beach miami style night.. great night all the fresh young people go, but ofcourse some of the ppl there are 14 15 eh well.. disregard them.. drinks are good. and not to pricey so overall TRY COCOMOS!. you'll enjoy it. :)