by David L. on This place gets packed. Good girl to guy ratio, but you'll definitely step on some feet or fingers. Music is good and loud, and the decor is modern like. Come dressed right, bring an extra girl or one hot one and you should be set.
by HL B. on yum yum gimme sum! bright, fresh, and clean. the bubble tea varies by the maker which makes it a gamble unless you come here so often you know when to get bubble tea. wish it was open later as the area could always use more late night spots.
by Marcos Mctiernan on I saw a chick get checked by a security guard and plummet to the concrete at the door here because she insisted on getting inside after being told that she was not allowed in. Then shortly afterwards, I witness a fight erupt inside the hallway between some random dudes. I pay my cover, walk in...and wow...overly pretentious with the Japanese interior deco, red lanterns, and script - I couldn't help but anticipate a sumo match showdown any minute. Who am I kidding though, it was a hotel venue - I could smell the crowd suckage the minute I approached the door. I came here for DJ Premier (Gangstarr) and it was cool meeting him afterwards. His set was full of classics, and of course, I can always count on this DJ to bring 'em. Drinks were ridiculously expensive at $11 a pop. They even enforced a $50 minimum on using your card at the bar, and not to mention a "mandatory" coat check (which of course we ignored and piled our coats on a nearby seat). We didn't mind the $20 cover since it was our last night in the Big Apple, but overall, I think this venue was trying too hard. Oh yea, they even had two broads swingin off some tied up sheets suspending from the ceiling. WTF!! This is Primo we're talking about - Hip Hop, son! - not Paris Hilton featuring Tila Tequila. This experience really added variety to our string of nightly events that week. What is wrong with people these days? On our way out, I saw a belligerently drunk woman freak a handrail all by her lonesome. Daaaaaamn! And lastly, I felt violent towards the two ignant m****f***az smoking cigarettes on the dancefloor. Who the hell does that? This ain't Europe! Better thank The Notorious B.I.G. because of him, I cut a rug that night instead of throats. It's all good baybeh baybeh!!!
