by Henry Paskey on I discover this club last year and since than i am going there very often.I like the music that they play it s house,R n B,hip-hop and from time to time i see some famous artists performing live. The service is outstanding,the bartenders are very fast and they make the best drinks.Lot s of good loking girls even on a Tuesday night s !!!!!! Can t wait for my next night at Tenjune
by Karl Masone on The club was fun because it's all about the company you go with. The drinks weren't that pricey considering it's an NYC club. Be aware thought- the bartender tried to charge me $20 for a shot because he thought I was drunk. That was definitely not cool!. The DJ played the same set of music THREE times!! Are you kidding me???? What the hell kind of DJ does that???? And he does that all the time! I got in for free because we were celebrating a friend's birthday, so I tolerated the same set of playing repeating. It wasn't crowded at all, which I loved!.. .I'm not a big believer in paying to get into clubs, so I definitely wouldn't pay to go here especially since the DJ repeats his set.
by Kim V. on Alright. I usually don't bother reviewing anything in the meat-packing district, because I don't come often enough to care about it. (Ooh! Taboo, who DOESN'T insanely love meat-packing? Whatever.) Anyway, I have to say, I was quite impressed with this place. Break it down! Drinks: TASTY. At an average $15 a pop, the drinks are quite yummy, and made by seasoned professionals, who look ridiculously good against the horn/trunk plasted backdrop. I recommend the Nojito, and the something something Strawberry Rhubarb - it was like liquid cheesecake, and as much of a laxative as that sounds, don't hate - it was really good. Food: DEEE-LISH. Sure, I was the socially awkward chick at the bar who ordered the jumbo lump crab, savoring each bite, while all the cooler people around me waved twenties and fifties trying to get their alcohol fix. But all that social stigma was worth it. I also had the soft sourdough bread that you dip in some crazy green sauce that made me break out into sweats, it was so good. People: Well. The bartenders were nice, and as I was facing them while stuffing my face, we were able to exchange knowing looks when the cougar beside me would lift her breasts and heave them onto the bar while the light reflected on her almost-plastic brown skin as she ordered a dirty, dirty martini. Wink. Okay seriously, it was older professional crowd, suits, ties, tiger prints, etc. Atmosphere: Not as pretentious as it could have been. But you should probably wear something tight, and kind of sexy, and yes, definitely comb your hair.
