107 Church Street
Nashville, TN 37201
Davidson County
Phone: (615) 254-4877
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Lizbeth W. on i gave it three stars only because i know that on fridays it is waaay better than on saturdays. i went on a saturday and had somewhat fun. it just too hot and packed in that club like seriosuly where the heck is the air conditioning!!!!????
by Vicki M. on Oh The Scare. It's absolutely frightening inside and the owner has a reputation for firing most of his staff for arbitrary reasons. Despite what the advertising says, it's really not the hottest under 21 party n Saturday nights. It's basically a place for scary men to leer at your male friend(s) and then ply you both with liquor, thinking that the hag is the gateway to him and your friend sleeping together. A breakdown of the bar: The first floor, AKA: The Library, is proliferated with dirty old men drinking shitty white zin and retail queens looking for a sugar daddy. They have (or used to have) karaoke near the back bar. The second floor: The "dance floor" is "meh," at best. Most of the time, it's completely dead or packed with tons of Baby Gays who probably pregamed with all the Midori in their mom's liquor cabinet. There's a few pool tables and both bars are open during the week; on Saturdays, they turn them into non-alcoholic bars. The third floor: They have a small deck on which you can smoke; since the smoking ban, they have left the French doors unlocked year-round. The bar isn't too bad and the owner usually puts the better bartenders upstairs (although he almost always leaves John - one of the best guys - on the first floor), but you must check out the high art! I don't know what I would do if my local watering hole didn't have a cheap lamp that was probably bought at Spencer Gifts circa 1996!! The decor is tacky and resembles what I'd describe as "cokehead remodeling." None of the decorating is cohesive in any way whatsoever. The owner apparently has a fixation on bad blue lighting that makes many of the more fair-skinned bartenders resemble ghosts (think Casper, not Patrick Swayze). Half of the 2nd floor actually looks fairly nice, with a recently remodeled dance floor. The other half? You might as well start humming "dueling banjos" and look over your shoulder for the rest of The Warlocks. Also, every year, the owner thinks that he's going to mirror Woody's and open a grill/barbecue/sell overpriced, downright scary bar food. So you might get approached by someone with an order pad. Don't be alarmed, he just wants to know if you'd like to chance a hot dog at The Scare. The music...well....if you enjoy hearing every Top 40 song in the world mixed with "Hollaback Girl," "Dontcha," or "Sexyback," you are in the right place. The only time the music is really good is during their Chi Chi LaRue/1800gaylive nights. I almost died when I heard the Rob Zombie remake of Brickhouse in 12th Air, of all places. If you're looking for something more eclectic than Q102's playlist, you won't find it here. Bathrooms: women need a key for the 1st floor bathroom, the 2nd floor women's bathroom rarely is completely functioning, and the 3rd/2.5 floor women's bathroom almost always has someone in it, presumably cutting lines on the toilet tank. They are universally grody and I often damn myself for not bringing Purell or Clorox with me to wipe down afterwards. But with all that being said, The Scare has a soft spot in my heart. The bartenders are great; the ones who suck typically don't last long. As crappy as the owner is, he is usually good about hiring only pretty friendly bartenders who don't drink behind the bar and know how to make a good, stiff drink. And, I have actually made a fair amount of friends there, so that is one big perk. I'd recommend the place for the humor and for the drinks, but that's about it. If you're looking for a more worthwhile meat market, try Woody's or even Bump at happy hour.
by Matt Yoss on I like how spacious it is with the top and bottom floors. Music was wack... people I went with were wack [party bus... you know how it is] now when I think of this place I want to barf.
