by Mafia J. on If you love latina women and haven't been to Cocomos then slap yourself. My review is only for the first friday "South Beach" event that is held every month. I remember my first time coming here and seeing girls walk near all these warehouses in the middle of no where and thinking "Wow look at all these hookers!" As it turns out they're all going to Cocomos! For the most part girls here are willing to dance with you and then you got the usual "I'm here to dance with my girls tonight" crowd that are here every month with that usual bullshit. Anyways what I don't like about this place is the stupid dresscode in order to make the guestlist. I can understand dress shoes and a dress shirt but whats up with the dress slacks now? You can still wear jeans but be prepared to shell out $30 even if your on the guestlist. $30 is waaay to much for any SF club. Also I don't know if they haven't been paying their air conditioning bill lately but it gets hot as hell in there when the place gets packed. I'm talking dripping sweat hot, like one hour on the treadmill running full speed hot, like being locked inside of a car while it's 110 degrees outside hot. You think Suite 181 is hot? This place makes 181 feel like your in Alaska with nothing but a speedo on (not speaking from experience). I've also been reading people talking about the parking situation being real suspect but I've personally never had nothing happen to my car, stick to parking Indiana St and avoiding those random dark ass alley's that seem tempting.
by Cyrus Dehlinger on I'm not even going to mention the laughable decor, shitty music or herds of douche-bags that make this a guaranteed bad night out. I just want to say that the Alice Cooper lookalike barman/twat spent the whole evening stealing money off my friends and I. We attended a private event for Fusion, an agency in town and SPECIFICALLY asked this barman twice if it was an open bar. He told us it wasn't and proceeded to charge us $20 a drink all night. We were fools to pay but were there and thought we'd make the best of it. Only when I tried a different bar later in the evening did it become apparent that all drinks were free all night. That lank-haired, scuzzy twat was just pocketing the money and made at least $200 out of us. If this place expects an upmarket clientele, it could stop thieving for a start. I could have donated that money to the Save The Forest fund or something...
