1539 Fairmont Avenue
Fairmont, WV 26554
Marion County
Phone: (304) 366-0163
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by Marco Denzler on For years Webster Hall was my home. I used to go there every weekend of every week. I'd become known as one of the regulars there. The drag queen in the front knew me. The bouncers knew me. The bartenders knew me. The staff inside knew me. The bathroom staff knew me. And the other regulars knew me. The one group I was never really able to befriend were the dancers, they "knew" me, but they never really spoke to me. I remember one used to smile at me, Giselle, was/is her name, we sort of became friends since I was such a regular.. She was the only one that spoke to me, and she also kept her distance. I participated in amateur strip teases, singles auctions, on stage dancing, all kinds of stuff. I literally had, and still have a lifetime free admission card to this place. I recently went with one of my buddies, Paul Oakenfold was playing there. It was packed, absolute madness. The club was like it used to be when I went back in the day. Packed and crazy. The last few times I've gone it was pretty dead, the music was crappy, and I had lost faith in the club. Although it seems that things are picking up again judging by my last experience. I remember one time I had a few long island ice teas, I was so drunk that I let my cousin drag me to a desk, and I spoke to a dancer, signed some papers, and moved on. Later on one of the females grabbed me and started dragging me around the club.. I was sort of aware of what was happening but I didn't care or register what, I just went along. Turns out I was entered into the Amateur strip tease contest and she was taking me to the dressing area.. In a haze I went up and competed , I pretty much stripped naked on the stage... I was so hammered, I didn't give a hoot! I wasn't embarrased, I just danced and took off all of my clothes. I came in 2nd place, losing only to a woman who also took off all her clothes. I do remember feeling awkward getting dressed afterwards though. That was weird, and the looks from people that recognized me. One time at the club a guy I never saw before came up to me and said, "dude I saw your penis on the tv man, you were naked, you are crazy".. I tell you when I think back to that time, being in that waiting room waiting for my turn, with these half naked women, asking me what I thought about their breast, and if any pubes showed, etc.. It was crazy.... I felt like I was living in sin and going straight to hell back then... Get drunk, go into a room full of naked people, and you'll see what I mean.. LOL.... Absolutely insane... I think the only reason everyone didn't start banging each other was because of the show and also security and the sort.... I think I may have kissed a chick or 2 in that room.. I have a vague memory of a girl's tongue. I don't remember clearly... No sex though.... That's a small preview into Webster Hall. I haven't done any of those things in years, but as I understand it, the amateur strip tease is still alive and well. If you do go, then check the tv's, maybe I'll pop up naked. Hahahah. The layout is very different now, seems like techno nights are back, and they also have live rock music at times. If I want to dance, to this day the first place I think of is Webster Hall. It is my go to club..
by Bernie Berte on It had been a long time since we last went; like, decades. Notably missing were the bossy waitresses with the skyblue eye make-up and the too tight uniforms (makes me think of that guy who wrote "She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'") who would give you grief if you didn't order the right types of sides with your blue plate special. Notable improvements: -You don't get the impression that you will stick to things anymore -WIFI??? -Take credit cards??? -Decent bathrooms It was all 7 of us and we ate, got full, and haven't gotten sick (so far). Hard to knock that.
by Aki T. on I came here with no previous salsa dancing experience, so the pre-event dancing lesson that's included in the $15 cover was helpful, and maybe even lifesaving. Once you learn a few basic steps and the lesson is over, get ready to hit the ground running because it doesn't take long (maybe a couple seconds?) before the seasoned regulars swarm in and solicit any girl that happens to be standing naively on the dance floor. This is what happened to me. The lesson had just ended, and as I was turning towards the bar for a much needed refreshment, I was whisked away and twirled into a state of confusion like an unsteady, wayward top. After that, the next "gentleman" I danced with put his hand *there* and *there* - apparently by accident. My friend commented that guys like that give other, more decent, guys a bad name...and I have to agree. I don't know if you can spot a sleezy one right off the bat, but I had more sleezy encounters with the older ones than the younger ones. Other things learned: Live music started around 11pm, and that (plus the dance lessons) justified the $15 cover. If you don't want to leave your coat in your car (understandable in this neighborhood), they have a coat check here for $2/item. If you (girls) feel like you need a break from dancing with sweaty, leery, strangers, I recommend going to the 2nd floor between your "mambos!" to observe the dancing below and recover/refresh with a minty mojito at the bar. The 2nd floor also has a lounge area and small dance floor with a starry-night theme for you couples that want to escape the crowd for any number of reasons. The bartenders and staff here were nice and polite, and the crowd diverse, so it was hard to feel like an outsider no matter who you were. Salsa at Cafe Cocomo is one of those things I'll save in my pocket for random Saturday nights when anything goes. P.S. Girls, the ladies room is clearly visible from the 2nd floor (and staircase, where all the single guys incidentally hang out), so be careful about making your adjustments in front of the mirror - when the door swings open, everyone can see you!
