by Halle T. on I'm certainly glad this is NOT my house. Talk about nightmare wanna-be-NYC-clubs-of-LA: long lines of underaged kids, jerkish bouncers, last summer's top 40 dance hits, overpriced drinks, and dancers who take themselves way. too. seriously.
by Jacquelyne Rowback on I've been frequenting rateclubs to find reviews on various establishments. Because of my poor experience at Mood, I've decided to sign up as a member of rateclubs so I could write a review. That's how bad it was. Two female friends and I arrived at the club around 11pm on a Saturday night. There was nobody in line (I guess this place isn't as popular as it used to be...). The pompous bouncer checked my friends out, walked over and asked me if the two girls are with me. I confirmed. He replied, "very nice." Fine, typical. Then what troubled me was he just walked away. WTF? There was nobody in line. It looked more like the outside of a deserted factory than a nightclub. If it wasn't for the fact that most of my friends were in the club already, I may very well have walked down the street to a different club. And call me cheap, but I guess knowing how stuck up a nightclub like Mood can be, I shouldn't have been surprised the cover was $30 for guys and $20 for each of the ladies. I don't recall ever paying more than $25 for cover, no matter how trendy the place is and no matter how late I got there. The music, was it a radio mix? Perhaps a Top 50 countdown? My amateur DJ friend may have been able to do better on iTunes. Uninspiring is the best I could put it. I don't even want to talk about the live performance. The worst part of the night was at the bar in the smoking area. I ordered a round of cocktails for my group and asked that the tab be closed. Another friend joined us some time later while we were still congregated around the bar so I tried to order another drink. But guess what? The bartender that took my first order said NO because I had closed the tab. Huh? I am trying to give the place business and you don't want to take my order? Nobody else was within 5 feet of the empty bar. That just about did it. I thought about dumping my drink on the counter but I didn't want to stoop to that level so I finished my overpriced cocktail and walked off. As closing neared, a friend of mine was making her way off the dancefloor when a security grabbed her by her arm and ripped the drink from her hand. Bastard. Too bad I can't give Mood zero stars because it really doesn't deserve any.
by Allison B. on Same sentiment as everyone else: you have to go on Thursday nights for 1984. The front room plays cheesy 80s pop while the back room, complete with dancing cage, plays more subversive and obscure tunes. Even on the coldest nights make sure you wear the skimpiest top you can because this place has poor ventilation.
