309 North Hill Avenue
Ogilvie, MN 56358
Kanabec County
Phone: (320) 272-4707
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Kenny H. on Hah. So, my friend is determined to show me what the Meatpacking nightlife experience is like. We get into our nicest caj clothing and head out. We're strolling around MP picking out our spot for the night when we see lightning flashes. And then in the blink of an eye, as if Zeus were taking a piss on us, a shower appears out of nowhere. We spent maybe 15 seconds in the torrent before we were able to get under an awning, but it was too late. We were already soaked head to toe -- almost a thousand bucks worth of clothing clinging to me like wet tissue paper. It kind of put a "damper" on our night, and it hadn't even started yet. So we're dripping wet. What now? Ajna bar! Why? Because my Kumar-looking buddy sees a gorgeous Indian girl with her two 40+ yo aunts, about the enter the place and he's in heightened courtship mode. Oh lawd. We agree to pay $300 for a bottle (a cheap price by any city's standard, let alone Manhattan), and we get escorted in. The place is half-empty, the music is sucking, we have a $300 bill, and my other friend and I have to wingman for Kumar, keeping this girl's aunts company while he tries to get her number. This is the most hardcore wingman experience of both my and Josh's combined lives -- not to be insensitive or "ageist." I'm sure the ladies looked great...during the Vietnam War era. That was my initial thought anyway. But luckily, they turned out to be pretty cool and easy to talk to. Still, given the situation at hand, I needed a lot of alcohol to get through it, so I started hitting our bottle. Shots shots shots. After about 30 minutes, I'm starting to feel really buzzed, and the trio of ladies leave. How we just survived that, I have no idea. I half-expected Ashton Kutcher to come out with the cameras telling me I was Punk'd. But no, we had really just flirted with and winged women old enough to be our mothers. I down another shot and pray to the nearby statue of Buddha that the night will improve. And then what is this? The music takes a turn for the better. The alcohol is flowing through my head, I have no filters at this point, and I become a helpless third party audience to myself busting moves that had everyone's head turning. Zam!! Never has an Asian man in a wet tissue paper dress shirt looked so good breaking down the beat -- America's Best Dance Crew, here I come. Needless to say, my friends were embarrassed. Chyea boi! Now, with my heart pumping, and the alcohol flowing through my system even faster, suddenly there are a bunch of girls around us. When did this happen? I find myself talking to one, then another, and then finally, a short-haired blond from the Fashion Institute. I liked her at first sight, I was really drunk, and had no mental filters any more -- THIS was going to get interesting. I started looking for her buttons right away and tried to push them all, because I have a punk streak in me. Somehow, we wound up sitting around and blabbing until the club closed down, mainly her playing audience to my uncouth jabs. (If you're reading this, thanks for not slapping me, and send me a message.) My friends and I enjoyed remembering bits and pieces of what I said to her as I sobered up the next day. If you really want to know some of the things I said, then message me. I was pushing buttons she didn't even know she had, and it's not entirely not suitable for public consumption! After the lights came back on, her two friends who were being completely neglected by my so-called wingmen summoned my toy away (argh!). We stumbled out of the club, and the crazy night kept going, but that's where this review ends. I wouldn't count on having this kind of nutty experience every time I visit Ajna Bar, but just promise me that every visit, I will have a cutie from the Fashion Institute who will let me push all her buttons, and you'll have a lifelong patron in me. Love nights out in the NYC.
by Clifford Eriksen on Actually had a super fun time here. I was the first one in the door who didn't work there -- I think they let me in because they felt sorry for me waiting outside. They were still setting up. How was I to know clubs in Atlanta don't open until later... So I got to scope the place out before any other patrons arrived. Cool venue. The dark ground level floor (Lava?) played house music early on (no DJ) but later switched to hip-hop once the crowd began filtering in. The well-lit outdoors portion (kinda like a big rooftop, except not on a roof) turned out to be the most fun part of the venue, and I'm a guy who leans towards dark / mysterious venues. There was also a big room on the other side of the semi-rooftop with loud music and dancing, and a small basement nightclub-y kind of area underneath the main floor of what I took to be the Lava part of CosmoLava. Once the Saturday night crowd showed up, stuff got fun. I was quickly adopted by a group of Georgians, and introduced to the Vegas bomb, which, coincidentally, I'd never heard of before, despite living five hours from Vegas and having visited a few months prior. Everyone there, for the most part, was social and attractive, and I met a lot of crazy / cool people that night. They finally kicked us out after the bar closed, and I Ieft with a big group I met toward the end of the night for a 4 AM breakfast at a place called the "Waffle House", if I remember correctly. All in all, fun time and worth checking out if you're in town.
by Mack Groshans on well i like the tloin so im not going to complain about location. went here for the first time last night, crowd was friendly, sound system was good, bartender was also cool and nice. the pizza looked and smelled really good too. reasonable drink prices as well. looks really cool inside and they kept the old sign inside the door on the wall. much bigger inside than it looks from the outside.
