by Michelle C. on Oh me oh my, I cannot believe what my eyes were subjected to on my recent visit to the Clermont. The Snowpocolypse had recently barreled through town, but the Clermont remained steadfast and open. Unfortunately (or, fortunately?) there was only one dancer on the night our crew rolled in. She donned some Hanes-looking underwear which she fashioned into a makeshift thong, but she didn't have them on for very long. Folks, the dancers at this dive strip bar let it all hang out. Minus one star for taking at least a year off my life. The only choice I had in the matter was to drink, heavily. And dance. With my clothes on, of course. The music selection was killer as the dancer allowed Damien S and I to access the juke, a privilege typically reserved for employees-only. As I hiccuped into the phone while updating my boyfriend with details later that evening, I apparently kept repeating the word, "flapjacks." Go to Clermont Lounge, but brace yourself: this is adult entertainment that will result in laughs, not sexy time.
by Nick B. on I stay at the Roosevelt every year that I cone out to hollyhood, never disappoints... I have visible tattoos and have checked in many times wearing a tank top and boardshorts and have never had ANY employees who were snooty or rude... If you like it calm outside where you stay, go check into the "older" peoples hotels down the road in BH....
by Rashida Washuk on We had reserved a 9 person VIP table for new year's, but were only given space enough for 6 people. The host made up for it with a free bottle later in the night, but it was still disappointing to not get what you paid for.
