3899 Veterans Memorial Park
Saint Peters, MO 63376
Saint Charles County
Phone: (636) 447-9292
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Kris M. on I flew out from Boston and this was my #1 on my to do list for San Fran. Honestly it was the best night of my life. I have not had so much fun in one evening! We didn't even get a chance to get up to the second floor (where I may have found the coat check and not held my jacket all night). I sang/screamed to Journey, danced on the stage and had plenty of drinks. And I got to relive it all again when I listed to the webcast when I got back to the East Coast. I started going to Bootie Boston last year, and as great as it is, you can't beat the original. It is a totally different vibe, but the one thing that remains true is that all walks of life enjoy mashups! I read the other rateclubers reviews and was prepared with plenty of cash for cover and booze. Bootie Boston is $5 and not nearly as cool, so paying $12 seemed more than worth it. The drinks were strong as the later part of the evening/trip back to the hotel is a bit fuzzy.
by Denis K. on Oh god.. I went to a Korean club.. Like the sound of a falling tree, if I don't review it, did it really happen? I walk by this place all the time during my commute from the office. From the outside, the entrance is Gothic, like you're about to walk into church. If you do, boy will you be in for a surprise. The days of going to clubs are far far behind me and I never expected that they'd ever be back. While the night began with the sweet promises of a jazz club, our group of eight Koreans gravitated to Circle instead, as if attracted by some property of cultural magnetism. We got there early and there was already a line of dudes outside. If you're a guy, it's $20 cover and best if you're in a group with a girl:guy ratio better than 2:1. My thoughts as I was handing over a hard earned $20 bucks: "Wow.. this is really happening.." Walking into the smokey, fog machine hazy dance floor, there were two groups from what I can tell - the girls shimmying on the dance floor and the guys sipping on drinks and watching from the sides or from their overpriced bottle serviced tables. Maybe it was still early and everyone was getting some liquid courage. Maybe not. Population: 90% Korean, 9% Other Asian, 1% random white guy. Expect Top 40, Kpop, and House. Did I enjoy it? Anywhere is fun as long as you're accompanied by good friends. Drinking also helps. Would I go again? Only kicking and screaming.
by Cristal Emberley on The Birthday Boy and I took up residence intown in the early 80s - back when Midtown murders were a dime a dozen - because of the urban mix: We immediately felt comfortable with the vibe that included gays, straights, all colors and, yes, even TEACHERS! Nowadays the only teachers who can afford to live here are retired. So we were amused when we walked into Cafe Circa: Our entrance created a quick turn of heads in our direction, then just as quickly away. Don't get me wrong - everyone was smiling and very pleasant, and they couldn't have cared less that two gay white men just walked into the restaurant - the brothahs and sistahs were having too good a time to be bothered with any of that. They were probably more put off by the fact that we are about 30 years older on average than they are. Uncomfortably seated at a high top in the center of the room, we discovered quickly that the reason this restaurant has "bar and lounge" under its name is because the menu is an around-the-word leap. Is it Latin/Caribbean? Mediterranean/New American? And when we discovered that you pick your entree first and then choose your two accompanying sides - all but two of which are a starch and many with distinct regional spicings that don't pair well with most of the proteins - well, we just ordered a bottle of wine and relaxed as best we could. Birthday Boy ordered the braised chicken, and what's not to like about that? It was well-handled by the chef, although the jus tasted suspiciously of buillion cubes. My pork chop was dry and lacked flavor, and the sides I chose worked against the mango sauce on the swine - how was I to know? A decent bottle of Australian Chard at $26 was a bargain, and that helped unruffle our feathers, as did the very polite and easy service. The design of this place is nice, too. Lots of wood, good clean lines and great gelled lighting that makes everyone look sexy. And did they ever! We had fun watching the good-looking guys hit on the generally hot-looking women. And there were a couple of tables of sistahs on the town that were laffing so hard, it made us want to join them. Of course! How gay is that??? So we're reminded that we seek comfort. Even us super liberal gay urban souls want to be around our own kind, which means ALL kinds, not a narrow niche. Ultimately, we were as comfortable in this restaurant as we were in your typical Dunwoody Macaroni Grill - everyone's nice, but gosh we just don't feel LOVED! And if there's one thing we super liberals want and need...it's to be LOVED. RECOMMENDED: For the aforementioned crowd as long as food is not the most important thing on your evening's menu.
