303 East South Mountain Avenue Suite 121
Phoenix, AZ 85040
Maricopa County
Phone: (602) 323-1438
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by Kristina M. on I am not sure how I would feel about this place on the weekends but Mondays are really fun. Live music and performers until 12 and then DJ after. I am there every Monday night and just happened to end up there last night (which was a Wed) and it was good once again! The crowd I would say is hipster meets hiphop with a splash of rock - it's kind of mixed and all over - but not too euro or bridge and tunnel either. Anything goes at Greenhouse... anything.
by Laverne Derosby on No originality. The hiphop room also sucked. I should have known better. So anyway we came in, I pushed my fat self through the crowd and got elbowed by some skinny skanks. Ironically, being black in this neighborhood was a hookup (I tend to experience the reverse in life) because the bouncers, although serious and full of 'tude, were totally sweet to me although I went up to them timid and tremulous of voice. Rather than kick me to the curb, as I turned away, one said, all soft and on the DL, "Hey ... Push your way to the front. Dude right there will take care of you." And dude did. I didn't even have to tip or NUTHIN. GO CHOCOLATE LUV! So inside, deadness. They were making peeps suffer out in the cold for no good reason but cruel hype. I get drinks immediately. They were poor and of course, not worth the money. I hear techno. I'm not having that. I take my friend upstairs. She's in her devil's red fuck me pumps. I am in my boob shirt. I'm feeling unattractive, haven't been out in a while. I end up playing wingman. My girl's a China Doll she was getting hit on by the brother's left and right. They're bragging about graduating from Howard and Spellman and ladeedah, how they work in investment banking, bragging, bragging, bragging. Girl disappears with one, overwhelmed by the CHOCOLATE LUV. I shoo her away and stand there attempting to get drunk. I flirt with a gay black man - honestly I don't think I've ever met one in person before, he was quite charming. My girl returns. She's over the CHOCOLATE LUV, the guy was too into himself. We attempt to dance. She's too wasted. She gets side swiped and seduced by more CHOCOLATE LUV. I go wandering, get lost in the sea of people downstairs. Somehow end up speaking French to three Frenchmen, none of whom are attractive, and wondering why the hell I'm in the middle of the techno dance floor with strangers. I rarely speak French, although I was once nearly fluent at it. I turn. I see a gorgeous black diva who could be a tranny, dressed from head to toe in glittering silver sequins and spangles, her hair an upswept regalia of grandeur. She sits perched atop a balustrade, a beacon with her breasts at eye level on the dance floor. One of the Frenchmen is smitten. He is too shy to say naught to her. I approach, slip an arm around her, and gesture at the Frenchman. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, I say, cheerfully. YOU ARE CRAZY, she says to me, demure and grinning. THE FRENCHMAN WANTS YOU. WILL YOU HAVE HIM? She bats her lashes, turns to me graciously, shakes her head. NO THANK YOU. Her English is broken. She sounds Brazillian. I say, NO PROBLEM, BELLA, SHINE ON YOU GORGEOUS DIVA! She laughs, tossing her head back, gown shining. I return to the drunk Frenchman. SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU, I shout into the technobedlam piteously. BUT YOU NEEDN'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. He makes a defeated, crumpling posture, shrugs it off, and we dance on. Eventually I make my way back up and identify my drunken China Doll in red fuck me pumps. She's stricken, she thought I left her. We adjourn. We hurry out into the night, and by the time we get back to her place drunk and giggly, she has become my convert. OH MY GOD MIRIAM. This is your first time to NYC and I was supposed to show YOU a good time. YOU ROCKED MY WORLD, OMG YOU ROCKED MY WORLD. *fin* Alas none of the above had anything to do with the music but everything to do with the alcohol and my fabulousness. this club? never again.
by M W. on WAY overpriced, but that's what you get when you go to a Starr joint. You can go to H-Mart in Upper Darby and buy your own sushi grade fish for a LOT less money than you would spend here. I guess you pay for the 'ambiance' but even that is boring. I did enjoy the spicy calimari appetizer with chili sauce.
