4771 Mahoning Avenue
Youngstown, OH 44515
Mahoning County
Phone: (330) 270-1703
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by Maryland Bouma on I may be just a girl. But, my head for numbers couldn't let my bod for sin* have any fun at this "wanna-chic" lounge. (Despite the very dance-worthy music.) My guy and I got in just fine. The bouncers were cool and professional. Coat check was efficient albeit, a little oddly placed (in a stairwell). Downstairs was packed and upstairs was well...EMPTY. With "EMPTY" apparently being a technical industry term, I still don't get why my friends Sav and Javier (...and several other attractive friends) were turned away at the door for the simple faux pas of having penises (penisi?). I love exclusiveness, trust me. But, revenue is revenue. The bartenders were so bored that they were texting on their phones. And I'm inside receiving calls from behind the velvet rope saying the boys can't come in without more girls? What is this? A sex club? Like I said...My brain just couldn't get over the asinine door regulations! *Sorry, I just re-watched "Working Girl"! Melanie Griffiths at her peak.
by Alita M. on Well first thing that's a real downer is all the drug dealers and crack addicts giving you the evil eye and trying to approach you as you're standing in the VIP line. I can't even begin to say how many times I saw a deal going down in the twenty minutes were outside waiting that night. The bouncers and main manager did have a very strong presence, though, and they kept talking to us and tried to fend off any crazies from bugging us. As for in the club: I think there's just too much going on here at all times. They try to mix up the music offering by spreading out the styles to three different rooms, but I felt that it was pretty much all the same popular bump and grind hip-hop. I came with my friends for a VIP room birthday party. The service was good, if you like having wanna-be sluts serving you alcohol to you as they kneel in front of you (we're not in Japan, ladies, I'm very disturbed by this performance) but that stopped short once one of our crew threw up on the couch. They tried really hard to find out who it was, which resulted in five club managers getting up in the face of every one of us until finally I told them that none of us had actually seen who it was (total lie) and they should just drop it. Going to the bathroom involves a long line of ghetto girls that remind me of Tijuana and Los Angeles messed into one beast of species. Ass and tits everywhere, and all the guys leer outside, trying to get a peek. There's not a single lock on any of the doors. The place was really clean though, as they restroom attendant lady tried very diligently to pick up after all the bitches dropping towels, water and puke everywhere. I felt so bad for her, nobody even tipped her and they pretty much could have walked all over her they didn't even notice she existed. Dancing was fun, but the crowd was unusually full of sleezy boys trying so hard to get up on you. One or two is fine, but fifteen or more??? One actual stared at me, pushing people who got in his way, stating that every move I made was only turning him on more. EW. We finally had to move our dancing up onto the VIP platform to avoid them, which takes all the fun out of dancing in a big crowd. Nobody worthwhile hitting on me and nobody worthwhile to hit on except one of the cute managers, who I still haven't called as I lost his card :P
by Ti B. on The first place I went out in LA was The Little Temple bar. The music was splendid, the bartenders friendly, the doors guys your best friend. My favorite drink is those amazing coconut martinis. Yum! Yum! I recommend this great spot for a chill night full of cool people...everyone feels like family here.
