by Nida Lackner on This place is overrun with riff raff, scummy ravers sucking lollipops rolling on E and some of the ugliest people I have ever seen. I have never felt so out of place at a club in my life. I love house music so my friend who lives in Miami took me there to see Deep Dish during WMC. I was approached no less than 10 times by freakers looking to buy drugs-i guess I looked like a drug dealer cuz I was wearing decent clothes! HA Just Nasty!
by Arletha Procknow on i went on a saturday, which was supposed to be their best night. i waited on line for a good 20 minutes. paid $20 cover! couldn't even dance because the dance floor was so packed. went to the bar, paid $37 for two drinks which were made VERY wrong. drank them anyway. headed to the bathroom where the stalls were extremely small and uncomfortable. my friend got her bag stolen from her wrist later on in the night. they did absolutely nothing to help. turns out they don't have cameras in that section of the club. soo if you want to do some dirty business, go on the stage and DO YOU. the music was the usual.... top 40's... JT, Fergie, Jay Z, etc. i will NEVER go back to this club again. well it IS right by times square. i should've known better.
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.
