W5154 State Highway 180
Wausaukee, WI 54177
Marinette County
Phone: (715) 856-5092
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by Derya A. on Infusion is a go-to place for a solid night out with friends. I've been to Infusion many times, both on weekdays and weekends. Weekdays are not crowded at all, but still fun with a group because they play good music (which I define as more rap, less house). Weekends are mostly fun, I'm not a fan when it gets so busy to the point where the line outside wraps around the block. This generally means inside it's hot and overcrowded. Usually, there are a reasonable amount of people and it makes for a good time. Things to consider: -Parking around here sucks, but occasionally you'll luck out. -It's worth it to get on the guest list here, which is easy to do online. It closes at 11, so get there early to avoid paying up to $20. -There is a coat check if you need it. -Groups of girls, especially with a birthday girl in the bunch, can get pulled to the front of the line outside. -There is a bar in the back of the bigger dance room, check it out if the big bar is really busy.
by Eli B. on I'm a fan of the Velvet. Face it, this is LA- you have your pick of Mexican food and accompanying ambiance. You can have hipster-we-play-Minor-Threat Malo (actually I don't think even the Malo jukebox has Minor Threat), you can have gay quinceanera El Conquistador, you can have cash only, all meat, basic but sparkly El Chavo, you can have no-frills Siete Mares, you can have 80 tequilas with West Holly attitude El Carmen, you can have party-for-all el retro El Cholo. Or, you can have a huge uber-decorated Day of the Dead stylee space that is just a bit sceney because it's on the Cahuenga corridor, but not too much so because it's been open for quite a while. The margs at Velvet M are solid and the food's good. I do tend to like more "neighborhood" spots, but this is more upscale and Hollywoody, should one be in that mood.
by Doretta Bressi on Harry Denton's Starlight Room is a B-Star Lost with a physically painfully soundtrack. It's industry party time, and my big account rents out Harry Denton's to get a serious drink on. (Thank you for the free drinks and hilariously "...unique" experience!) Let's start with the most offensive first, so the rest of the complaints don't sound so bad... My god, the music -- 80's hip hop and funk alternatingly played by a DJ and a cover band -- is *SO* bad, you wished they played it louder. That way, you'd go deaf and not have to prolong the pain. Thinking about the crowd at Harry Denton's, I've finally figured it out. It's not bridge and tunnel. It's Lost. It's an an island populated by random freaks. There's the table from Big Hair, Idaho, clad in USDA Prime sized blue jeans. Next to them, a table of players who were cool 30 years ago. They're far too old to interest the table of 400-year old Chinese eggs, searching for fountains of youths to suck dry. The only youth inside is the vapid wait staff. Add to this very special episode my large party of smarmy technogeek all-stars, hell-bent on partying medium. Everyone hangs back in their lounge chairs, waiting to see what freaky thing the island will do next. Our waitress either has just gotten dumped by her sugar daddy, or gets off on the idea that she serves abuse, not booze -- the girl's in a stinky pissy mood. Getting drinks from her is like trying to squeeze bloody mary's from a stone. Thankfully there's catered food, and it's actually not bad. The cuts of roast beef are delish. The crab cakes are surprisingly good -- spicy, with lots of real crab meat, crispy and not too greasy. The only bad appetizer is the not-so-fresh foie gras. Tonight's star of the Starlight Room: bacon-wrapped prawns. Ultimately, wrapped in bacon almost forgives anything. It's a good thing the food and drinks were flowing freely, or I would have gone all Lord of the Flies on the island and started sacrificing people Piggy style -- starting with the Worst DJ Evar. Don't go. The view isn't all that -- dirty windows half-obstructed by neighboring buildings. On a weeknight, there's no cover, but you would do better off skipping out on this live-action Lost and curling up with a slightly rancid tub of butter. You get the same heavy, overwhelming sensation, but you can puke from disgust in the courtesy of your own home.
