3711 West Main Street
Gray, LA 70359
Terrebonne County
Phone: (985) 851-1995
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by Emily F. on Alcohol + free carnitas/asada/pollo tacos + free chocolate covered strawberries. I don't care if the music sucked. Free drunken munchies over everything. I also like that they have a lot of places for you to sit down and chill especially when you want to take a break. My boyfriend doesn't like clubs but he likes this one. He left with a happy belly.
by Alicia K. on Bachelorette party plan: go to either Hwood, Playhouse (1st choice, but we didn't really want to pay a cover of $20), or My Studio. We were on guest list for all 3, went to the front of My Studio first. Bouncer says we aren't on the list (bullshit), and he knows the promoter we talked to but he doesn't work for them. Barely looks us in the eye, lets in shitloads of ugly dudes and nasty skanks, and says basically no chance of us getting in. Really??? No prob, dude, I won't even bother. Shitty attitudes turn me off faster than a cover charge any night. Playhouse was WAY worth the $20, and thank god we didn't go to My Studio. Beware the asshole door guys.
by Virgil Ladesma on It's very rare that I go somewhere and end up bored. In fact, I am quite savvy at keeping myself entertained - - and worst case scenario, I can at least get drunk and feel or look like I am having a good time. Not so here. House music kills me. It really does.... not only can I not step a beat to it at all, I can't even sway to it. All I do is sit there and feel every awful vibration beating through my head...... I start to experience a variation of "shaken baby syndrome" after 2 minutes. First to go is speech, then eventually, all ability to function as I zone out and look stoned when I haven't even had a drink. Most detrimental is my inability to drink to house music. Shots freeze and evaporate on the way down my throat - and all hope is instantly lost. The lower level was allegedly playing hip hop - - thank GOD, I thought, as I ran down there to hear it. Uh.... OK, it's a steam room down here, people have actual towels to wipe off their sweat as they dance to conga beats or something - - I am not sure what jungle this music was from, but I promise you that this was not hip hop on any planet I have been on lately. (I should mention that my friend said they were playing hip hop until exactly 45 seconds before I came down. Duly noted, no thank you anyway.) Due to bottle service, we were in the VIP line and got in easily, without cover. For that, I won't complain too much but if I paid the $20 per person that night, I'd have lost my entire mind. The table we had was a really large, white sectional with an imitation fireplace in front of it. That was rather cool - - - - if I wanted to fall asleep with a book. The crowd is G-H-E-T-T-O. Don't know where they are all from, and frankly, I don't care. But I have never seen so many hoochie-mamas from all races in one place before in my whole life. If it's your thing - - then I have found the perfect place for you. Imagine the store window of WET SEAL, put it on girls who have no business wearing such attire, add in some glitter, sweat, heels too high for these girls to walk in, and lots of Aqua Net, and voila - - you have your clientele. As they walk by, you can't help but notice them, but the look on their faces indicate that they believe you are admiring them. Gotta love being young and stupid. Lest you think it's just the women here who are pathetic - - don't kid yourself. The men were worse.... think cast of SOPRANO, sprayed in PAM oil, and you can almost see the hologram above their heads spelling ..... S-L-I-M-E-B-A-G. That said, the layout of the club is nice on the main floor. It's a shame because this place COULD rock it, even in my eyes - - but the music, like I said, just kills me. With halfway decent beats, I could have taken some shots and fooled myself into thinking this place was OK. I think with one full bottle downed, I could have actually given it two stars. On this Fourth of July weekend, however, none of the above happened, and I end up giving this place one star simply because rateclubs won't let me review it without a star. "Eek! Methinks not" does not even begin to cover what I think of this place.
