9428 Highway 100
New Haven, MO 63068
Franklin County
Phone: (573) 237-9003
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
Buck's Hilltop Lounge - About Us
No Description Available for Buck's Hilltop Lounge.
Website Description and Information
No Website Description Available for Buck's Hilltop Lounge.
by Heidi L. on Yes... A-OK. This seems to be a cute happy hour spot for singles, with a dance for for late night fun so it gets crowded as the night goes on... I added a star for the DJ :) Turn it up!
by Simon Meneal on OK let me preface my review by saying I was there on a MONDAY night. It was cinco de mayo... but this is NY (not California). I doubt very many people care. We got there around 10 and they weren't open yet. They open at 11. No big deal... we went around the corner to a bar to continue our binge drinking. We came back after 11... and there was a LINE. For a place that wasn't even busy. A line for a place that just opened. It wasn't a long line... but still a line. We waited, and waited... and then finally they started letting people in. $20 cover charge. $20?!? Are you kidding? You are going to charge me $20 for a place with no people in it...? We complained... they lowered our cover to $10. We got in - there were about 5 other people in the place. What the hell was that line for? The DJ SUCKED and annoyed the crap out of me. At first it sounded like he was just testing his stuff because he kept messing up and music was cutting in and out. Then when the music was playing... he kept turning it down (messing up the beat) and screaming things like "$150 bottles of Grey Goose!" Every single one of our group of 7 was rolling her eyes. It also made me realize how ghetto the music is I listen to. This place was playing things like TLC's Scrubs and Destiny's Child's Independent Women. Really. Clubs still play that? Am I in middle school again... and is this a roller rink? Oh well... when you are with good company you can still have fun no matter what. Yes, we danced to Scrubs. Yes, we danced to Independent Women. Yes, we sang along with the songs. And yes... it did make me miss the bay!
by Jeremy W. on Under Supperclubs "You Might Also Consider" it should read "Eating Your Gun, Dipped In Arse". Thanks to rateclub for clearly trying. I sincerely mean that, even as I publish this hatchet job. While reading this **bear in mind that the review circumstances were a big private party** for what it's worth. Cheers to Supperclub for coasting on a wave of methed-out, rich-kid bile and ill will. Save for my beloved, fellow rateclubers, only the wonderful Orange-haired Supperclub employee who offered to hold both of my highballs while I visited the WC renewed my faith in humanity. She was a Whole Fucking Star right there. My friends, all my friends. Let's put on some jukebox music and forget all about Supperclub and their dire linens. If every time I get a bartenders attention I ORDER FOUR DRINKS and they're ALL FOR ME, something is brewing. It wafts in on poor planning, understaffing and lame-tempered wankers. Most of Supperclubs praise as regards the rateclub Elite "bash" revolves around the Kobe Beef. I missed that and was instead given bitch face by one of Supperclubs independent contractors---A SODDING DJ, NO LESS. Excuse me, Lady? I was just talking to the mean doorman here. Not you Miss Anime-Hair Beaten Breaks Biznatch in your Nobby Shoes. Go back to your private room and "rock the crowd" with a cassingle of Haddaway's What Is Love?, for I find you tiresome. After trying to get into that snakepit (really just out of the neon piped N-Judah at rush hour all non-diners were packed into) for hours, the gates fling open. There's a shaven headed man in a sleeveless tee whacking on the neck of his beach party acoustic guitar, posing with it as though it's Thor's bloody hammer. He noodles over store-bought loops, preening and prowling, turning his Sex Rays on a crowd that could care less if he was playing a bagpipe out his anus. Little knowing that he's the bastard offspring of Yanni and that bald conga player from String Cheese Incident. It was like trying to get in someones pants for months, and by time the panties drop, so drops the penny and you're appalled to be sharing the same oxygen with a low grade A-hole. Careful what you wish for. So thanks after all Supperclub. You found a way to distend my jaw so far that you could've driven the owners H3 through my head without fogging the rearview. Now repeat after me: It's nice to be important, but it's important to be nice. Unless you burn ME. Then I will rateclub your village to the ground. I WAS a little worried that I wouldn't have boners again for a while. But I did anyway. No thanks to Yanni String Cheese. That said, I sort of had a great time. With all of my great rateclub friends. Of course I was very, very drunk.
