717 West Union Hills Drive Suite 6
Phoenix, AZ 85027
Maricopa County
Phone: (602) 789-1417
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Ada C. on I had one of the best nights out ever with my girls, all thanks to DJ Scotty Boy. I don't think any of us have ever danced so much in our lives! The venue itself looks very nice and the bartenders are quick with the drinks. The dance floor isn't too big but they are pretty good about not over-packing this place. I only have one complaint: we were about 15th in line, and it took us over 30 minutes to get inside. We got there around 10:30, and by the time we got in it was too late to get in free with guest list, so make sure you get here early! Otherwise, the night was a blast and we will definitely be returning!
by Tatty G. on "Service? What service--this is 2010 buddy, you're lucky if I don't spit in your water." Except for the friendly and courteous door guy--this place seriously SUCKS the big one! I went there to see Extropia (a play). It reminded me of going to a badly catered wedding, where you have to ask for a glass of water, like three times, and your waiter shoots you a big smile saying they'll be right back, and the next time you see them is on your way out of the place. Half the stage was blocked off my a giant pillar, so I would miss most of what was happening on stage--I had a comp to see this thing, and I feel sorry for the people who paid ten bucks to get into this venue. Very poor house management! Avoid!!!
by Fausto Sherow on Suite 181 is nestled right in the tenderloin (when I was teetering down the street in my heels with Jenny and Caroline to go to 181 on NYE, I learned that the tenderloin got it's name from back in the day when cops who patrolled the area made a pretty penny and thus were able to afford prime cuts of meat), graced with two levels and a empty lot for smokers (it kinda reminds me of a backyard in the sunset district). 181 is what it is: a San Francisco club that's pricey, makes it's patrons wait in line forever, a few hundred sticky sweaty thighs, and great music. I don't know, I kinda like it from time to time. Give me two Tokyo Teas and I'm good to go.
