115 East Court Street
Bowling Green, OH 43402
Wood County
Phone: (419) 352-8707
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by Sandee R. on Okay, how I ended up here is a long story involving a nail salon, a French guy, and my girlfriend and can be told another day. Basically the night started with my girlfriend and I pulling up to the club with 4-5 cars full of Frenchies who had a comped table (sounds semi-lame already, right?) . Maybe it was the fact that these foreigners didn't speak English to us the majority of the time, the over crowded table area, or perhaps the creepy guys that kept hitting on me but I did not have a good time...until about 4 shots later and after I started making the baguette jokes. The one fab thing about the night...the bartender giving me a free shot when I complained about my age as he carded me. Yay for free shots because I'm 25!
by alisa a. on 12am: arrive at marquee and find a line full of young 20 somethings and old 40 somethings in white pantsuits. ponder if you are in fact in front of marquee, check the signs on the line rails and suppress irritation that you spent an hour getting ready when 40 year old women can stand in line with you wearing white pantsuits (seriously). 12:30am: get to the front of the line and you and your girlfriends are told that it's $30 cover each, even for girls. throw a hissy fit, get inside the club for free. 12:35am: beeline to the bar to get the strongest drink you can order to make the debacle of waiting outside less painful 12:40am; find out that your redbull vodka cost $18 and the minimum credit card charge at the bar is not $18. pray that you don't forget to close your tab later that night and walk around 12:50am: appreciate the decorations and the sheer size of the club. two dance floors and plenty of lush couches to rest your dancing feet on (provided you make chummy with the groups who got table service) 1:30am: $100 into your tab and suddenly the flashing lights and deafening hip hop is the best thing that's ever happened to you. look up at the "stage" towards the back of the ground floor dance space and realize that waitresses are carrying bottles of champagne and sparklers to the table where an NBA player is celebrating his birthday. Random. 1:50 am: stand up at the top dance floor and look to another table with sparklers and bottles of champagne where another b-list celebrity is celebrating his birthday. wonder how many more times they're going to stop the music to make more useless birthday announcements. 2am: the club is packed and the only room you now have to yourself is a 1 inch bubble to keep space between you and the blazer clad, blackberry carrying, collared-shirt 30 something crew 3am: realize that your best friend just ripped her brand new rock and republic jeans straight down the middle thanks to her vigorous dancing skills. attempt to safety pin the tear, stab your friend by accident because you are now $140 into your tab and realize you all should go home. 3:30 am: make your way to the door after encountering every promoter that exists in the new york city area and realize that the line outside is just as long as it was at midnight. 4am: sit at home and think that this was one of the most new york defining moments: glamorous overpriced club, ecclectic crowd, b-list celebrities, and a memorable night.
by Lilliam Skroch on First of all, I'm not reviewing this place as a night club. I did that once, and once was more than enough. That's all that needs to be said about the night club factor. My purpose was to review this place as a venue. I came here to see Jens Lekman (who's tied for the greatest songwriter of this millenium). I'd last come here to see Elbow (who's leader, Guy Garvey, is the man Jens Lekman is tied with). The sound quality has improved tremendously. In fact, even near the stage as I was today- the sound quality was crystal clear, and you could hear every hilarious, clever and hopeleslly romantic Jens lyric or witty crowd banter. The bar was well stocked and they opened the doors ON time. While I don't like this place as much as The Bowery or Irving Plaza, Webster Hall has gotten its crap together and has become one of the best midsize venues.
