by Frankie L. on FINALLY! a karaoke place in the bay area where its managed correctly. with alcohol licenses and reasonable drink prices. also super clean and unique rooms. and did i mentioned their BIG? none of that mini room and small room that fits like 2-3 asian size people. prices for their state of the art karaoke systems and rooms are very cheap and affordable. better than a lot of spots out there in the city. if your not into the whole karaoke rooms scene, theres a full bar outside in the lobby area where you can have a drink or two or fifteen. great bartenders and workers. thank you PANDORA for saving the karaoke scene for us american idol rejects. see yall soon!
by Coy Radmall on Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore. Not that Loca Luna has anything to do with Kansas. It does, however, have something to do with transporting you to somewhere totally, well, totally not-Atlanta. Welcome to Miami! Probably just one more drink and I would have bought that I really was in Miami. To go ahead and sound as cheesy as it does, I felt 'transported' (a la Star Trek) to a completely different vibe once stepping out of the (complimentary valet) car into the new Amsterdam Walk location. You're greeted by a fountain, and depending on what time of night it is, a crowd dressed in small amounts of clothing (even if it is forty degrees), and enter to a wall of corrugated aluminum and white floors. The space feels more open than the old Midtown proper location - and they Miami-ness has been kicked up a notch or twelve. Seating options include the patio, the main dining area and a balcony with two top tables (perfect for chatting with a friend or if you need a more quiet spot for a date). You'll be surrounded by giant murals of outlines of palm trees in mango and white, and lighting is swathed in white tulle. The salsa band plays merrily in the background, and you for a moment slip into the Spanish you learned in fifth grade. Speaking of salsa, let's talk about the dance floor. The band plays away, and even when they go on break, salsa (and interpretations of near-salsa) still break it down on the dance floor). Even if you can't salsa, fake it and the fun will come! We had the plantains, pork spare ribs, calamari, hummus and lobster bisque. . and all were devoured, with no complaints. The vibe at Loca Luna for me has consistently been fun - old or new location - and from the looks of joyful, good times on the other patrons faces, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one that takes solace in a bit of a 'vacation' right here in the 404.
by Jaime L. on When I bartended for a private event in the city, I happened to speak with the DJ they hired. Because I am not a serious clubber (or, one, for that matter. You'll find out why in a bit. Keep reading...), I did not recognize him. However, I found out that he is one of the Bay Area's top DJs and they had flown him out from Turkey to come to this particular event (one of the invitees was the owner of Club Fluid...posh posh). He said that on October 12 he was playing at Ruby Skye and I should check it out. Oops..one day too late. Oh well. Nonetheless, I was on the guest list, apparently, and so Ashley and I got into our sulty, sexy dresses and wasted a bunch of gas nearly killing ourselves everytime we made a turn (I hate city driving). We get in line and finally make our way to the rope. Half our party already in, turns out the bouncer with a powertrip decided that the guest list was closed for the rest of the night. They decided to "cut us some slack" by lowering the cover from 40 to 30 dollars. I have never heard of people who had tickets to get in get in before guest listers. Maybe they let everyone be guest listers. Who the hell knows, all I know is that I am never standing in that line again. (After over an hour!! We were 7 people from the front!!) We finally got our IDs checked--guess who has a passport! Who the HELL can fake a passport?? The guy asked for my date of birth and I was inbetween saying eight and august, so he thought I "had to think about it". Once again--WHO THE HELL FAKES A PASSPORT?? Finally, I showed him the reverse widows peak I was trying to hide, he laughed at me and let me in. I was not amused. When I got in, my mood lightened up a bit. The DJ played music that was pretty foreign to me, as I am a hip-hop girl that gets her freak on (nah wat i'm sayin!!??! haha..), and not a raver who gets her E on. Though the music was good, I didn't feel like drinking and I didn't feel like doing drugs, so I just stood there and bounced my body up and down. Left at 230am, wasn't sweating or anything. Weird. Won't go back. Club Fluid, here I come!!
