by Olga B. on I'm not quite sure why I still end up in the meatpacking district thinking I'll have a good time. (Spoiler alert: I never do.). Tenjune was no exception. It was a night of mysteries. Mysteries I couldn't solve. Mysteries that still plague me the morning after. I probably spent the whole time (I could only stand it an hour) trying to figure out how the hell the DJ got his hands on the set list from my HS Freshman year Homecoming dance. The music was laaaaaame. Looking around, I saw pretty models and pretty regular people. But how anyone could find slathering yourself in neon poop butter could look attractive is beyond me. The models don't do it. Why would you? You look like crispy fried chicken. And the biggest mystery of the night had to be: Where the f*ck are the hot guys?! I asked a self proclaimed regular if this place was always like this. She said it has gone way down hill in the last month. Is she right? Was it just a bad Thursday night? I'll never know because I don't care enough to come back and find out.
by Irvin Roussell on ahhh, the good ol days! i came to this club because my ex fling took me here. we had SO MUCH FUN! then afterwards, i came with a friend of mine! i will never forget it...it was so packed and they played guns n roses sweet child of mine! wow, could i scream any louder? that night was awesome! i came back several times after, it's not the same anymore though, it doesn't get as packed..and the music is not as good...
by Sab L. on ~ rateclub Dive Bar Crew Stop No. 1 ~ Small space on the corner of Turk and Taylor where patrons cram themselves into seats surrounding the bar or a few small tables. The crowd consists mostly of salty old men and a few women that look just as hard up. They're split between the friendly types that will chat with you (the guy sitting to my left), and those that will nurse a beer and stare at you the entire time you're at the bar, for reasons that you can't understand (the guy to my right). I think it was the bartender's first day. I asked for a Jaeger Bomb. He didn't know what it was and he failed to understand my explanation. I wound up ordering a Red Bull and a shot of Jaeger and just mixing the two together. Cash only.
