by Jean P. on My friend celebrated her bday at the back room with all her friends. We had the space all to ourselves! We played beer pong and had open bar for 3 hours wowza. There was a great girl there who always replaced everyone's drink so everyone definitely got their moneys worth. Needless to say, I didn't survive the 3 hours :/
by Chadwick Suttie on So my friend's cousin was in town visiting with a group of girls and they wanted to check this place out, fine. We get there early and park in the pay lot right next door to find the guestlist line crawling around the corner and up the street, that's fine too as long as it's moving... No movement. We decided to just pay general admission and find out the guestlist line still has to pay 10 clams. We walk in to find a CRAMPED ass space and overwhelmed bartenders with a throng of thirsty partiers three or four rows deep. Fast forward thirty minutes and we have our drinks. Cool, the group wants to dance but WHERE? There's no space at all and the DJ wasn't that great. Let us go check out the back room... Fast forward another 10 minutes because that's how long it takes to wade through the mess of people cramming the narrow space between the front area and the back area. They're spinning house and it's pretty empty, in their defense it looked pretty nice. As others have noted, the door staff is not very friendly at all. Lots of yelling at customers and power tripping by the low-IQ rent-a-doormen. On a side note, I take my camera everywhere and was told at the door that I would have to leave it with them... Fat chance I'm going to leave a a camera worth a few grand in your grubby ass hands. I left him with my batteries then had to find him as we left. Total time spent in line and at Infusion: 1.5 hours. On our way out, the girl standing in front of us in the guest list line made it a whole 10 feet. CONGRATS! You moved!
