8209 Pulaski Highway
Rosedale, MD 21237
Baltimore County
Phone: (410) 686-1110
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by Birdpipe E. on I'd like to start off this review by saying that this is a bar that I regularly frequented KNOWING that my friends and room mates had told me not to go here. They say that its nothing but a bunch of cougars and popped collars and for the most part they're right but I never disliked it. I come here fairly frequently and have never had any issues in the past. It has a laid pack pseudo-British vibe to it that, for the most part, is warm and welcoming. The drinks are cheap and the atmosphere is some what agreeable. I normally come here with friends, dates, even my sister from time to time and have never had an ill experience. I came here last Wednesday to see LC Rocks. DON'T GET ME WRONG! I AM NOT A FAN AT ALL. However my room mate is their merch girl for the time being and asked me to stop by. I brought a girl who I have been seeing and everything started out smooth. We had a Dos X and a red snapper and all was well. I made a quick trip to the restroom and on my way back a great big Hispanic man bumps into me. At first I think nothing of it. The stage area is pretty crowded and a number of people were "bumping elbows", so to speak. I continued moving forward and then the man who bumped into me turns his head and says to me "Hey man, You need to watch out." Normally I would have just continued past but for whatever reason I foolishly turned my head and said "YOU bumped into ME, buddy." and kept walking. Out of nowhere this guy grabs my arm and says to me "You've got an attitude problem. You're out of here!" and begins to escort me outside. This is when it dawns on me...This isn't a regular patron such as myself, this is a sexually frustrated door monkey on a power trip. I begin to explain to the door man that I have a tab that is still open inside and my date is inside and her phone is lost (all true, by the way). I tell him that, after his episode, I don't mind leaving but I'd like to properly close my tab and grab the girl I came with. He will not let me back inside and out of no where 3 more door jockies lurk out from the shadows and I realize that this is beginning to look like a WAY bigger issue than it needs to be. I explain to the other door men that homeboy bumped into ME, I don't mind leaving and without making further issues all I would like to do is grab my date and close my tab but all attempts to reason were in vain. After this, one of the door men PUSHES ME making sure that I am standing in the rain and tells me to "Fuck off" or he's calling the cops! At this point I begin to get a bit frustrated. This is absolutely ridiculous. I could understand if I were belligerently drunk and causing a scene...maybe a situation like that would merit this kind of behavior. However, I am being escorted out VIOLENTLY for, what was it again....oh yes, I had a "bad attitude" when the door man carelessly bumped into me. The stupid caveman mentality that was shared between the doormen, who were so obviously getting off on this, was laughable. I have never been treated like that in any place that I have ever been. Eventually they did call the police and part of me felt like sticking around to tell AN ADULT what happened but I figured I was not in the most favorable position (the establishment vs. the patron never weighs out properly) and did not feel like being labeled as another asshole that gets the police called on them at some skeezy bar. I felt completely powerless and just walked to my car and left..no date, no receipt, no respect. Waking up to EXACTLY 20 MISSED CALLS from an unknown number was really awesome. I spend so much money there with friends and coworkers and THIS is what I get? ....FUCK SHERLOCK'S!!!
by Daina Gilger on This place is so random. I guess it makes complete sense that it's called "Club Waziema" because I know few people who have actually eaten here. I think Ethiopian food is the shit and I'd love to try it sometime. But I've only actually come here for drinks. If you're checking out a show at the Independent and you get there early, might as well grab a Harar at Waziema. They're cheap, the place is fun and energetic and they have a jukebox. If you're just leaving the Independent, head to Waziema. Beats sticking around the venue and paying for overpriced drinks.
