4343 Madison Avenue
Indianapolis, IN 46227
Marion County
Phone: (317) 783-2553
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by Adriana K. on Not a huge fan. I may have enjoyed it more had I known what I was getting myself into. I'd heard good things about the bar aspect of Harlot, and that's sort of what I was expecting: a cool bar. I suppose the first clue that Friday nights are dance club nights should have been that I could hear the music from the street. My friend and I hesitated before entering, but decided to give it a shot. Given how under-dressed we were for this place, and given the prevailing vibe (exemplified, for one, by the fact that they were making people wait to get in because they didn't have the right gender-ratio), I was really surprised that they let us in immediately. I shouldn't be surprised at that, because my friend and I are nice, decent-looking girls who don't get turned away even from places with somewhat superficial admission criteria, but this place just seemed so ...I don't even know what to call it, that I got the impression that they were the type of place that turns people away or makes them wait for not having gotten the memo about the attire. Anyhow, that was not the case, and once inside, we realized it would not be a talking night. The music was loud, as is to be expected in a nightclub, and seating was sparse, at best. We each got drinks, which were reasonably priced, I thought, and the bartenders were friendly, competent, and attentive, so they get points for that. They used a heavy hand with the Hendrick's in my gimlet, so I appreciated their generosity with the CH3CH2OH (basic O-chem, anyone? anyone?), but I felt that my drink could have been mixed a bit better. Still, it was tasty, albeit not the best gimlet I've had. As I've said before, I'm not the biggest fan of coat-checks, but I realized that my distaste for them comes NOT from a fear that they'll lose my stuff, as I previously thought (because, really, most coat-check workers are fairly fascistic about making sure you have your ticket when you need to pick up your gear, as they should be), but from the fact that I hate forking over $5 just 'cause I brought a jacket. Of course I brought a jacket--it's July in San Francisco, and it's so hot in here I have to take it off. I ended up checking my jacket but really was not into the fee. I did like the music a great deal. Not all of it was current but I thought it was really well-mixed and the throwbacks were well-picked. I wasn't there to dance but when midnight rolled around I sort of couldn't help myself. Not entirely crazy about the crowd, but then, that's why I don't go to nightclubs usually. Maybe if I'd gone on a Wednesday I would have liked the other patrons a little more--more after-work-drinks-y, and less dance-club-y. There were, however, definitely nice individuals with whom conversation was pleasant and interesting, so it didn't feel completely lame. I may go back, actually, but probably on a different night, or perhaps again on a Friday but only when I'm in the right mindset for dancing and limited conversation (my voice is hoarse from having to yell). Definitely, I'll do my research as to what is going on there before I return. And I'll leave my jacket in my car.
by Syreeta Lewman on I've been to many different clubs and Rouge is one of the tops on my list. This place doesnt remind me of being in a basement- it's actually quite comfortable and the bouncers actually act like gentlemen. The location is wonderful- conveniently located close to home! Many will say this place is small, but at least it doesnt get all stuffy like other clubs do. The dance floor is also a bit tiny, but hey, if you're there to shake your buns, you'll find a place for it!
by Lauren G. on This place is different. It is different than any bar I have been to in a long time. It reminded me of being in Mexico or Puerto Rico. All we needed was a beach nearby and not a stinky closet to make it work completely. When my friends and I first arrived the crowd was still warming up. There were people on the edges of the floor still getting comfortable with the idea of dancing. Not too long after our arrival the people started arriving. And boy was it packed! All races were there and in what seemed to be a very genuine way. I was surprised because-even in places that seem diverse like the mission-usually the crowd is regulated to a bunch of white well read folks or hipsters or something like that. Rarely do you get Hispanics and African Americans and Asians. It was refreshing. Honestly-a bit of a seeming paradise in a way. It is a bit of a meat market pick up scene where some macho like guys sort of surround some of the dancing women on the floor. And=counter to the tropical vibe-because the space is so run down and you can see the chefs in the background washing dishes and the ground feels unfinished, the ceiling sorta falling apart and the makeshift bar on the side-it kind of just feels like a high school party. Like some guy had his basement for the weekend while his parents were away so invited every one and their brother over to dance. And dance you do and dance you will. You pretty much have no choice. Because if you are in the room you have to move with the collective sweaty mass of people or you will be left out, literally left outside. I had a great time here on Saturday night and I highly recommend this place for a good time with friends. I did not eat there and honestly would be somewhat afraid to based on some of the horror stories involving roaches and such in past reviews. The place just doesn't strike me as incredibly clean. I mean, I like my dancing dirty but not my food.
