208 N Grant St
Forrest City, AR 72335
Saint Francis County
Phone: (870) 633-9791
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by Rex V. on From looking at pictures on http://ktown213.comin the past, I always thought this joint would be fobville. I decided to go 2 weeks ago on Fridays when Blended started hosting parties there and I was pretty impressed. Maybe it was the lighting but I saw barely any fobs there. There's plenty of parking all around the club, $20 right across from the club and $15 self park a block down.The smoking patio is right at the entrance which is small enough to earn yourself some cigarette burns when it gets packed . The crowd was pretty diverse and the venue was pretty nice. They had these glass vases hanging from the walls that looked like inflated condom bongs. The drinks here were typical hollywood priced $10-12 the only part that I hated about it was the wait it took like 5 minutes get the attention of one bartender to serve you. The music here is alright they played a good amount of house and top40's but a lot of songs on repeat. I had fun my first time but the 2nd time around waiting in line for over an hour killed it. So get there early!!
by Elwood Cutforth on This is pretty much the same as my review for Strata: http://www.rateclubs.com/bi...The only difference is the size of this place. They have a basement, a mezzanine, and an upstairs. It makes the place seem huge and maze-like. Its easy to lose others when the place is packed. Which can come in handy if you're up to no good. But I say again: This is standard fare for New York. It's only as awful as you let it be. I love the reviews where people rate how unattractive the crowd is. I wouldn't go anywhere if I thought like that.
by Jessica P. on Bruno's. Ah, Bruno's. Bruno's is the type of place you go to after a pitcher of margaritas. It's the type of place you go to after hearing about a drag queen talk about a United Nations butt plug that plays various country's national anthems at various depths. It's the type of place you go to to save unassuming oblivious women with toilet paper stuck to their shoes going up stairs. The place where any girl can turn into a "insta-stripper" thanks to the pole upstairs...and dance to songs that were once cool in 1999. A place where the liquor runs strong and heavy as your eyelids once the night winds down. It was a fun night. Dancing with strangers, grinding with my man and doing the white girl dance to the Jackson 5. I really don't remember much after that.
