by c l. on First time here.. LOVED it until a friend of mine happened to trip outside the club and the meathead bouncer wouldn't let her back inside for being a 'liablility'. 'she'll have to sober up before going bck in.' Meanwhile there's a line of people doing all kinds of fun stuff in the one toilet they have, Won't ever go back. Night ruined by an over the hill rent a cop trying to relive his glory days. Shame... a nice place otherwise.
by Miguel V. on Meh, kinda a cool atmosphere. Sports bar type of things. Lots of video games I think, but I'm not really into that. They had some decent beers on tap, but they were freakin expensive. We were there at like 7:00 so maybe we missed the happy hour, but dang, it was like $6 for premiums and $5 for domestics (including PBR). Pretty wack overall!
by Trevor Fioritto on If rateclubs offered a rating of zero stars--this place would definitely get none. I am angered that they even receive one star, but I wanted to write this review. This is the worst club that I have ever been to in my life. If you are somebody that even remotely respects yourself (and other human beings, especially women) you should never step foot into this club. A group of myself and five friends were excited to see the Ellen Allien/Modeselektor/Audion DJ event on Saturday night because minimal techno and the former are excellent. None of us had any clue as to how awful this venue would be. Our first problem came when three of the six of us were wearing shorts. Each of the misogynist bouncers commented on how they wouldn't let us in because of our lack of "club apparel." Now, I'm not from Hollywood, and I've never had a problem with a dress code in San Francisco, so I was surprised, to say the least. And how absurd is it that a girl wearing basically panties can keep the "image" of this club, but a guy wearing a nice pair of shorts cannot? Luckily, a friend with me had his iPhone, so I looked at my receipt for the tickets I bought and demanded a refund for my tickets due to them not having anything about a dress code on said receipt. The head bouncer told me that it is listed on the website, and I asked him to show it to me. He never did, and finally ceded and said we could go into the club. Oh, joy. (I also checked for anything about a dress code on their website just now, and--of course--nothing is listed.) After feeling like I won a small battle, I was more excited to dance! We stopped in the restroom, where each of the guys was stopped by the attendant for not tipping--fuck that, I'm not going to pay your ass for handing me a fucking paper towel. There are many, many metal dispensers that have replaced your job. After losing a little spirit in the bathroom, I walked into the main room and saw Ellen already on the stage. The music was excellent and my adrenaline started rushing, but not many people were dancing. The only people that were dancing were some 50-something Asian couples that were obviously rolling hard on ecstasy--I mean, they weren't really dancing, it was more like a swinging motion from side to side. There were way more people just standing in the middle of the dance floor watching the stage--now, I'm all about watching her work it as she is quite talented, but you can't just STAND there. Watching a DJ spin records can only be exciting for so long (like thirty seconds). It is dance music, after all! I ended up leaving in the middle of her set because I was so disgusted by all of the sleaze bags that inhabited the club. In conclusion, go here if you're a concerned with your appearance and status more than anything or if you have an affinity for watching middle-aged asian men swing there asian female counterparts from side to side as they revel in the methylenedioxymethamphetamine pumping through their veins. Gross.
