by susan l. on
went there last night cause my friend had a table and she wanted me to come and help her finish her bottle. why would i deny her? it was easy to get in once i told them we had a table. got to the third floor and was SMACKED IN THE FACE from all the MJ. maybe i wouldnt have minded so much, but theres a freaking TENT on the rooftop which TRAPS IN the smoke!!! eeek! the MJ smell + having to finish a bottle of goose in about an hour make me nauseous as hell the music on the third floor was okay, mostly the popular common club songs. but the bass was way too crazy. my chest was vibrating like crazy ad not helping with my nausea. crowd was okay... pretty mixed, but that has its up and downs. would i come again? probablyt no... well, maybe... if my friend had bottle service again.... but then again, i think im just way over the hollywood club scene. maybe its cause im older and prefer more of a lounge feel, this place was just too much.
by David B. on
** - Update - ** So I went here for Ferry Corsten, which some of you may know is a progressive trance DJ. Naturally much of the clientele there are fans of techno and dancing, in that order. Opera decided to capitalize on this and wanted $6 for a bottle of water. At first I assumed that it was so expensive because it was bottled from Jesus' spit, so I checked the label but it didn't say 'Jesusfina' or 'Christwater'... so I told them no thanks, I'll just have tap. So they tell me that they aren't allowed to serve tap water (because they are pricks) so I order a proper drink, down it, then proceed to go to the bathroom to fill it up. The attendant told me I couldn't fill it up in the bathroom, so naturally I ignored and did it anyway. This place might actually be trying to kill me; hence the 1 star. Enter at your own peril. Or just hydrate beforehand. Like, for the whole night. **************** Alright so first off I'm not going to give you a sing song about how much better this club was when it was owned and operated as Eleven50. Clearly you've already seen plenty of reviews with that little gem in it. Times change; owners move on; clubs revamp. So, here's the real crux of the problem. Opera is located 650 miles north of it's proper destination: Miami. It attempts to fill a niche that has no need of filling. Last time I checked Atlanta was the kind of city where anyone with any sense about them wouldn't be bothered to pay a cover. We have various options to avoid it; guest list, tip the doorman/woman, or just bring a gaggle of women. In either case, Opera fails by attempting to make appearances look more fantastic than the actual experience. By going into Opera you are in fact being duped. See the long line outside waiting to get in? It isn't because the club is a mecca of fun, with half naked people sweating it out to a proper dance mix. It's actually because they hold the line past 10:30 to prevent people getting in on the guest list, and when you get in you realize it's mostly empty and none of the other areas but the main dance floor are open. In fact the upstairs is now exclusively VIP, and take it from me, it's not all that cool. Even when it's free. The bathroom is a total pain to get into, with long lines, and even if you're in VIP there is a section that is so exclusive even your shiny pink wristband won't get you in... For those who are big into analogies, it's like ponying up for a Ferrari and then realizing you've just bought a FIAT, only it's too late to take it back. Trust me on this one; save your $20 for drinks at Cosmo/Lava. **- Also I gave it two stars instead of one because I've gotten in free the last few times thanks to some shenanigans and when you don't pay money it's slightly better. Also I flipped a coin and I lost.
by Micheal Heeralall on
What can I say, this is the reason why I'll never go back to Southbeach Miami and try to party. So, I go to vessel with four of my guy friends and two girls and ended up hearing from the suit outside that there is some sort of rule that no dudes can get in without at least two girls in tow. (In my head) "Great, this feels painfully familiar." After waiting for 15 minutes in line (that wasn't moving) I said to my friends, "Let's just get a bottle, and skip the line!". They all agreed, so we went to the head bouncer to check availability. That M.F. took 15min before he even moved a muscle in the direction of his "table list". That really pissed me off. I'm not a freakin' scrub. I had money in my pocket, and I was ready and willing to spend it! Waited for another 15 minutes...the line didn't move one bit. FORGET THIS WANNABE SNOBBY ASS PLACE! I guess that they really don't care about making money. Apparently, mine wasn't any good there. ...Later I found out from a friend of mine, that it wasn't even packed inside! WTF?! Then what was I waiting for?! I'll NEVER try to come to this place again. They can keep their crappy tudes and guy-girl ratios for those who get off on being treated as though they are inferior.