348 River Street
Woonsocket, RI 02895
Providence County
Phone: (401) 762-0900
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Jasmine W. on we're curious, we're girls, we're poor, and celebrating a birthday... so we ended up at le cercle! tips for the girls: - make a reservation for a promo table earlier in the week (it'll be under speedy, pinocchio, or some other random fake name) - arrive around 10 and park residential around the mcdonald's - drink, eat fruit, and dance the night away! you gotta have an open mind about meeting new people. it annoyed me seeing girls get booked, check out the guys, and without even saying a word walking out. just embrace the experience, chat it up, and have fun! great music, decent bathrooms (not overly disgusting like prior reviews but maybe i have low expectations?), cheap saturday night out ($50 for tip per table), definitely unique cultural experience, and woo hoo, a possible love connection for our bday girl??! not for everyone.
by Phylis Bawany on I was out with some friends celebrating a 21st birthday and we managed to walk our already-drunk asses into this place. I grew up listening to punk rock and I was pleasantly surprised to enter to a live punk cover band, who was playing the Descendents. The band wasn't terrible but I think they were more intoxicated than we were because they totally fucked up a song right in the middle of it! We ordered some PBRs from the bar and chilled at a booth for a while. I can tell this would be a place that one would either love or hate. Most of the bars/clubs in this area are more ritzy/formal but if you're looking for a casual place to chill (there's a dance area too) you'll be pleasantly surprised. Just don't waltz in here expecting it to be Opera.
by Marc M. on "Heart Marc, Miss Spelling." She was a large man dressed in woman's clothing. I was but a boy, claiming half-greek ancestry and double digit manhood. It was a match made in Devon (an irrelevant english county that nobody quite cares for). She or he reached down to claim my marbles, only to find a sony ericsson on call-vibrate. We'll praise small miracles and stumble onwards. I was the 'night at the roxbury' kid, bobbing his head with afro'boy in tow. We with the 3D glasses watching everyone spin to oblivion; that is until the rather evil and monologue-prone vanessa g stepped in with her chesty insignia and claimed my eyes for her own. I fisted the air with great might and exclaimed with wonderful smite... "I'll get you blonde girl... I'll get you someday..." the end, he exclaimed.
