5535 Tompkinsville Highway
Moss, TN 38575
Clay County
Phone: (931) 258-4642
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by Ta Beets on After 2 years of coming to NYC and trying to get in here (without a promoter) and getting rejected, I finally was granted access to what I had hoped would be one of the best clubs of the city. Man, was I let down. First of all, apparently the party is here on Sundays because the door was a s!@# show. Have you ever watched a line of ants walking, and then taken a stick and messed up 1 part of the line so they all just scatter and chaos ensues? It was just like that. I was with a promoter, and 3 very pretty ladies, and I literally had to hold on to him, and hold on to my friends, until he basically squeezed us through a small gap in the crowd to get in. Just insane. I couldn't imagine trying to come here without knowing someone. Then, once inside, it was honestly nothing special. The people weren't exceptionally good looking (although, they're trying to hide that fact with lots of expensive goods and general douchey attitudes), the music was good but nothing I haven't heard before, and the space was just like any other club. It was alright, but not crazy, and if I hadn't been with my best friends it would not have been a fun experience. And, I was with a promoter who had a table in the VIP. So, you'd think once you were inside you could just relax and you'd be taken care of. But no, for whatever reason the security for the VIP area was only letting in 1/2 of my promoters people, which is ridiculous. So basically, there wasn't only a filter at the door, there was a filter for people once you were inside the club as well. I'm clearly okay with being judged to a certain extent, hell I've been rejected there and kept going back cause I don't take it personally, but really if the promoter has a table it is absolutely ridiculous to only grant access to some of his guests. Will I go back? Nope. No need. Too bad it took me 3 years to realize that!
by Tina R. on Cousin to Tina: "Hey, coz, it's my 21st birthday but I don't drink and you just moved to the city, so why don't you come out with me tonight and drink for me?" Tina to Cousin: "Well, I've been assembling furniture all day, and I'm sweaty and tired and gross..." Tina's Mom to Tina: "Of course you are going, don't be silly, it's her birthday and you love going out." Tina to Cousin: "Fine, I'll rush to take a shower, blow dry my hair, and meet you there at 12:30." Cousin to Tina: "Be there on time, because we all assemble at the door before we go in, just, you know, to make things easier..." Tina to Self: "What?" And thus began my first night out since moving to the city. I arrived, I stood with a dozen or so very upscale girls outside the club for ten minutes, and then we all just walked in, no IDs, no cover, no waiting in line...I guess this had something to do with a promoter (or two) getting us in? We were led to a table, where we had free bottle service all night, right on the dance floor (haha, sucks to be sober!) (um, j/k--cousin I love you). I got pretty smashed, so I probably had more fun than I should have: the music was SHIT-TAY 90s and contemporary mainstream hip-hop (was that SHAGGY they just played!??) and the scene was total crap: middle-aged (wannabe?) hot-shots and young (wannabe?) models, as many rateclubsers have noted...I had never heard of this place so I wasn't looking for celebrities, but I doubt it would have improved my night. I didn't have to wait or pay for drinks, so I can't vouch for or condemn the bar, but I paid a price for my free table service: the promoters kept herding us into an imaginary pen around the table, and if we strayed too far, they'd ask us to come back closer...I guess they needed the management to notice how many girls they had brought in? (Apparently, my coz and her circle are a hit, because they actually dance, get up on the couches and get rowdy. What sober freaks of nature...) (j/k...cousin I love you. still.) Knowing that we were being "observed" or "counted" like this made me totally self-conscious; I started looking around at the other tables, thinking: "Oh no! They've got more models over there!" and then my competitive streak would come out (alcohol helps) and advise me: "Well, you're just going to have to drop it a little lower now, aren't you? TABLE PRIDE!!! WOOHOOO!!!!" Somewhat predictably, this night ended with me stumbling out of some downtown Ritz at 9:30 the next morning, having just consumed my very own bottle of complimentary Cristal (literally stumbling; while getting into my cab I smacked my head on the door frame, in what I imagined as a very Sex In the City move). Needless to say, I stayed home to recover for the next, oh, three weeks or so... In sum: somewhere in between my cousin's youthful age of 21 and my wizened age of 24, I got too old for this. Marquee is best left to the extremely young (and/or naive?)...or those seeking to recover their lost youth...as even my dear coz would admit.
by Mimi Floss on To be fair, I'm biased. My friends own this place. Our group of friends helped renovate this place as well as their restuarant Shine. The group of friends that support and put love into this place shows every time I go in. More so because it is not uncommon to run into our crew on any given night at Shine. I love this place and I am most definitely a local. I live to dance and I can come in any night of the week and find music to groove to. The added bonus is being able to come in by myself and know the bouncer, the bartenders and at least one or two people in the club. The boys who own this place know the meaning of hospitality and it shows. For me its more like going over to a friends house than out to a club. In most bars and night club in San Francisco I have to go along with a gaggle of friends because I don't feel comfortable cruising solo. I love the fact I can go into Shine and either leave with friends or feel comfortable making new ones or just get my dance on.
