120 North Anderson Road
Rock Hill, SC 29730
York County
Phone: (803) 325-2091
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by Sharon T. on "What are you wearing tonight?" - that was the question that we never asked each other, simply because we never cared. We came from simple stock, and were pleased with being low maintenanced... until last Friday, of course. "Why the hell do you care all of a sudden?" I asked. "Uh, DUH?! We're going to watch 'trannies' dance. You're not going to get outdone by a lady-boy, now - are you???" "Fuck, I didn't even think of that... alright. Since everyone else is, I'll dress it up too. Let's show these girls [guys?] what we're made of!" "Good... see you at 8pm..." "Wait...~!" I shouted. "What???" my friend asked. "Don't overdo it. You don't wanna look like a 'tranny' that tried too hard... hahaha..." =P ___________________________________________ Ok, so when we got there - as nice as we all tried to look, we were still in AWE of the striking beauty some of these individuals OOZED. I couldn't even joke about them performing in a tranny show, because these girls had it going on... no doubt. With all the work they've put into themselves, they should be proud of what they've accomplished, and it was a PRIVELAGE to see so many confident lovelies performing on stage. 'Tranny' seemed like such a joke compared to the level of beauty these performers possessed... and they owned that catwalk like a bunch of DIVAS. The show was excellent. We were here for 2 birthdays, and I already ruined it for myself by youtubing some of the footage from other people's experiences. We had the PLATINUM pre-fixe dinner menu and it was good. 4 stars for the food alone. I loved the seared ahi tuna and the lamb. The truffled soba noodles did not taste like truffles, but were more of a sour vinnegrette - still tasty. We had oodles of drinks - either named after the waitresses themselves, or off the cocktail list... and they ALL TASTED LIKE CANDY. With boobies that gorgeous in the house, everything should taste like candy, anywho... =P I made sure the 2 birthday girls got their "Special" shots... and our server, AMBER - [the hottest of them all, by the way...] - was an absolute doll. We were the rowdiest table there, and I have bruised palms from banging on the table so hard during the performances to prove it... =) You come with the vague idea you'll be watching a freak show, but these talented lovelies will definitely alter your perception of what is reality. Make sure you keep a positive party-go'er attitude and maintain the reputation as the rowdiest groupie table, and the staff will show you love in ways you'll appreciate. You don't have to take my word for it though... go ahead, and try it out.
by katie s. on Oh heavens. I think of this place when I'm at work on a stressful day, willing my bottled water to morph into a chocolate Delux martini. I am on pins and needles waiting for their new location to open on Scottsdale and Camelback so it'll be just a hop, skip, and a jump away from work. I'll admit it: I've never had a Delux burger. Oh, I've had their sweet potato fries and orgasmic chipotle sauce; I've had their French vanilla and chocolate martinis; I've been there in both the afternoon and the evening. But I stick to what I know and love, and that's the caprese salad (or, "tomato mozzarella salad," as it's listed on the menu). It really doesn't get much better than that. The ambience is hip and cozy, my favorite spot being not the booths or the bar, but the long blue lit table in the middle, where you have a bird's eye view of the whole room. It's a good spot to sit and drink and watch the sun go down. I used to go here with one of my best friends, who recently passed. I wasn't sure how I'd handle it, going back for the first time since he's been gone, what with the times we'd had there fairly permeating throughout the place. However, the bittersweet nostalgia was quickly squelched by the idiocy of our waitress, who clearly was not aware of what planet she was on. She was harmless and sweet enough, but not very bright. She had to ask us several times for our order, and then brought out the wrong things. She even brought one of my friends a coke without rum when she had very clearly had enunciated her choice of beverage. It took her at least half an hour to come back and check on us, at which point she didn't note our empty glasses and listlessly said something vague about how she didn't know when our food would be out. Frankly, I was embarrassed, because having been there numerous times with impeccable, speedy service, I was worried about my friends to whom I was introducing Delux for the first time thinking that the service was utter crap. I laughed nervously and remarked to my friends in a low voice that the "tip meter" was running. Thankfully, the sweet potato fries were amazing, and we tried to eat them slowly as our stomachs rumbled during almost an hour while we waited for our food. When the entrees came out, my guests were duly impressed by the quality of the cuisine and quickly forgot the ditz waitress, albeit an empty drink or two...or three. In summation, the food is excellent, and the martinis are even better. But perhaps nowadays the service is touch and go. I'll have to go back and reassess.
by Lynn Carbo on So who knew this was a nightclub? I've driven by this place dozens of times and always thought this was a massage parlor of some sort. Wow, could I be any further from the target? So I was here last Saturday night attending a birthday get together for a friend. It was last minute planning at its worse, had I known what elements we(my sister and I) would be exposed to, I would've taken more time to pre-drink instead of fixing my hair and picking out an outfit to wear. So first thing's first, if you can save your coins and park on the street then by all means DO THAT. A $7 valet fee just to drive my car 100ft and park is a waste of money. There are tons of places to park, keep your eyes peeled before turning into the parking lot. We then got finagled(yes, I said it) into paying $20 cover for each of us. I'm sorry, where are we? Oh yes. CLLLUUUB AURA!! You're killin' me smalls, are you serious? STRIKE ONE. And here I was thinking Hollywood was crazy in charging $20 cover. Lucky for this place, we had a birthday to attend, otherwise, we wouldn't bother paying so much for something that totally wasn't worth it. Maybe it was the dim lighting, lack of good music, and empty dance floor that screamed RED FLAG all over this place who knows... but we beelined it straight to the bar. My first drink of the night, a Long Island, yeah I wasn't wasting any time trying to warm up to the place. I needed a quick fix and fast. What I got, was a watered down Long Island filled with ice... it was missing something I don't know.... maybe the alcohol!? I finished it within minutes and did not feel a buzz kicking in. I could feel it in my bones. This night was growing bleak. I had to get another drink. Me: "Hey bartender. Can I get Grey Goose and cranberry please?" Bartender: "We don't have GG. We have Ketel One." Me(baffled): "I'm sorry. I can't hear you. Did you say you don't have GG? Bartender: "Yeah!!" Me: "Whaat? Umm... could I just get a Heineken then?" How can you not have Grey Goose?! STRIKE TWO!! Now as much as I want to say the rest of the events to follow were typical of your clubbing scene, it really wasn't. The crowd was young/ weird/ creepy, the DJ/MC duo relied on yelling into a mic to cover up the DJ's horrible transitions, and to top it off they kept playing rockin' espanol in lieu of Cinco de Mayo(are you serious? Strike THREE!!). The place as a whole was ridiculous. Listen to Richard C. Save your money, stay at home, and rent a movie. If you don't feel like doing that, head down the street and check out Firefly or Sapphire. Those places are loads better.
