650 West Apache Trail
Apache Junction, AZ 85220
Pinal County
Phone: (480) 982-1148
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Mary A. on Gross. Atlanta's Jersey Shore. Bachelorettes wearing veils and making out with old dudes. Greasy guys standing in the upper "VIP" section throwing dollar bills onto a sweaty mass of VD below. What do your mothers think? Gross.
by eLLe D. on Went there for one drink post work on a weekday on one of my grasshopper nights (cabbing around the city, checking out as many "to try" rateclubs places as my heart desires) No doorman or trouble getting it, cause again it was post happy hour on a weekday. The elevator was not as amazing as rateclubsers made it seem. I expected full elevator walls to be big screens delivering a brief virtual experience while transporting me to the top. Not at all. Its just a little window on each side of the elevator slowly showing some random fantasy animated images. Once we arrived, it was nice, all golden and gilded and creamy just like in the pictures. Might look even nicer at night, dont know yet we were there when there was still some sun out. I would not consider it a rooftop tho. Theres no actualy outdoor rooftop area, its just the top floor penthouse of the standard hotel. Big floor to ceiling windows. The view is not that serious. You see a lot of industrial crap. I take into account what im actually getting a view off when speaking of "the view" unless ur just crazy about looking out into horizons, which i guess it has lots off that too. The view might also look better at night when the darkness hides all the crap and the city is painted in lights. I dont remember the music, but i dont remember being bothered by it either. Typical meat packing crowd: mainly caucasian, slim chicks, guys with money tryna floss, everyone wanting to be scene and important but trying to act like they dont care. I had a strawberry martini, it wasnt that great. It was kind of thick as if they tried to make it with real strawberry juice. My friend had a Henndrix, he liked it. But they were each a whopping 18 bux. We had originally planned to only stay for one drink anyway as there was more grasshoppering to do, but the price tag for mediocracy was an extra push out the door. I will say that at least they didnt try and skimp on the size of the drinks, they werent served in smaller than usual glasses which is what places do when theyre REALLY trying to bleed your pockets, so maybe theres hope for the future, ill order something different and come on a payday. My friend only wants to return when he can get a table and drop big dollars to floss like the rest of them and be remembered. Going to the bathroom was like entering one of those house of mirrors at a carnival but with sexier lighting. Each stall indeed had the floor to ceiling windows so u could get a great view as you drop your load, but i didnt find it that sexy or necessary. Was actually kinda weird, cause again your getting lots of view, but a view of crappy stuff, while using the bathroom? *shrug* whatever. Its not 4 star cause its not an actually rooftop and the drinks werent that amazing and the pretentious meatpacking crowd never deserves too many stars, no matter how hard they try. Anyway, id come back on someone elses dime or just if im in the area and in the mood to remind myself why im not frequenting there, but im not rushing back. Am glad to say "i went to the boom boom room" tho. lol. Sounds like it would have been a guaranteed amazing goodtime, sigh.
by Edmond Reinsfelder on I was going to give this place at least a 4, but that was before I checked my credit card balance and saw that I was overcharged $80- $480 for one effing bottle of greygoose?! WTf mate. My evening there was FANTASTIC- I made friends with one of the "security goons" who was super chill, danced the night away and had a GREAT time with all my friends... it was the perfect party celebration for me. Cut to: the aftermath of the evening and me checking my credit card statement.....WAH!! I immediately called the club and of course reached nothing but a voicemail... the next day this bitchy mcbitch finally calls me back and says "so you pretty much want your $80 back?"- um ya, wouldn't you want your 80 bucks too? Then she proceeds to tell me that whoever is in charge of the cocktail receipts hasn't returned them to the club, blah blah blah. It is now a week later and I still haven't heard shit from them. I think this place is a great venue to dance, drink and meet some cool people, but just be weary of the bartenders/servers- they might just be in the mood to rip your drunk (or sober in my case) ass off. Especially if you get bottle service, make sure you check over and then keep ALL your receipts....
