by Milena P. on I liked this place despite them making me wait + 60 min to get in... until the coat check person charged me for 2 coats ($4) and put my friend's and mine on the same hanger. Cue to my friend wanting to leave... she gets my coat AND some coat that is not hers. I try to get my coat... instead I get escorted out for "yelling" at the coat check guy to find my jacket (even specified the brand and color) bitch the place is loud, i'm trying to get you to hear me... I get out and call my friend, apparently she got my coat and middlesex still has hers... It's stupid that they escorted me out and embarrassed me for a mistake they made. fuck this place, i'm going next week and complaining to the manager in person because nobody should be treated that way. the music may be good, but the service sucks and i'd rather spend my money elsewhere...
by Frankie F. on My friend hosted her 30th birthday party at Le Club and from the initial planning phase we should have been alerted to how the experience may have turned. The proprietor was unresponsive and hard to work with. In communications had confirmed / reserved the space and then accepted a bigger party opportunity after invitations were sent out a week prior to the event. She tried to make up for it by stating we can move our party into another room. We hesitantly accepted. Upon arrival the stereo system in the billiard room which has the iPod connection wasn't working properly and the proprietor blamed our party. Then stated that it happened often. The door to the system was broken off the hinges which you would think would be fixed in such an "upscale" establishment. Esp. when you charge $150 for a 750 ml bottle of vodka. When the second party arrived we were banished to the other room and were advised to keep out of the rest of the joint because we weren't dressed up enough which was a joke because there wasn't one underdressed person in our party. The whole experience was foul and too expensive. The staff had sticks up their assess and am still trying to figure out why. They aren't working to save the world they are working in a hole in the wall saloon that reeks of bad taste. If you like to share a bathroom for boys and girls, pay too much for drinks, and hang in an apartment building this place is the place to be.
by Jamie Bovia on I hate clubs and I hate Webster Hall even more. It was loud and there were people everywhere and I couldn't make out shapes. And I hate Bright fucking Eyes.
