by Laura A. on Very Good Very Hot Very Exclusive Very Miami Very Very Very... We all know how things in excess are not as "very" at the end of the day and LIV wasn't an exception. Everybody knows LIV. Everybody tell you to go. Everybody wanna go but apparently only if you are enough fortunate you will have access to what its said is the hottest club in Miami. LIV is located in the lobby of Fontainebleau Hotel, a modern hotel that offer not only night distraction, including their Bleau Bar, but also some interesting dinning options, like Scarpetta. LIV is not that different to many other clubs; Miami, Manhattan and probably anywhere else. And as usual, enough fortunate means that either you are part of a girl army "dress to impress" (which doesn't necessarily means you are in style) Or you know someone. Or you pay with an inner organ to get into. Based on this I'd classify LIV as exclusive instead, without the "very" addition because we could get in after just 10 min. Even without to know someone but just talking, with what we thought it was a party promoter, as follow: "just girls, NY. How can we get in?" We receive free passes automatically and voila. Inside. And its not that we can always get in everywhere.. I been painfully? rejected a few times in the "very exclusive". But anyways, the 10 min mentioned above only reflects the waiting time since they open their doors ... but the waiting time in total that will allow you to have a good spot in the front was about 45 min. People start to accumulate at the lobby, or what is better, and I recommend, at Bleau bar, a nice lounge that deserve a visit by itself, and slowly start to move to the door forming a multidimensional line .. because its not a line but a bunch of "good looking" people. The patriarchal model of society is too patent in here. Very patent. Girls enter first. Allowing guys outside to drool and prepare their wallets. Once inside males try to impose their predominant role and at LIV I see a tendency to think that that is a fact more than a possibility and so you could maybe have to deal with this. Actually, waitresses serve drinks but also entertain patrons dancing and mingling in the tables with them. The space itself is huge. Impressive and well decorated. During the first 2 hours after opening it was comfortable, easy to get an spot to dance but later on started to get pack. Still, move around and you will find an spot. In addition to this the drinks are not bad. The prices are similar to what you pay at any other club, don't expect less than $15. But at least are enjoyable somehow. And when we order a tequila shot we were offer 2 different kinds . El cuervo is what we chose and it was really good. I liked this as seems like they take a little care about what you drink. The music however was ok. Current hits, either commercial hip hop and some house eventually. The first DJ playing wasn't too bad. But when the celebrity DJ appeared, everybody got crazy but it wasn't as good to me. Not related with the style of music that he played but with his own style. To finish just to mention that people smoke. Only a few, but its noticeable. This seems to be a Miami thing as I saw it also in a different club. Life In Very is not that great but LIV is an experience. Its a club with the topics reaching the excess. Very after all. But a very OK I'd say.
by Tom E. on Strangely within 24 hrs of Ligaya suggesting that this was my kind of bar I did end up here. Well, sorry but it's not - I hated it. Yes it's horrible, yes it's overpriced, yes the doorstaff are dickhead nazis, yes the music sucks, yes the crowd are idiots.... But wait... The crowd are by-and-large Harvard idiots - so is that an oxymoron? Well yes and no, because chances are that 99% of them are fairly lovely bright people during the day, but when they've got on their drink-and-party gear you can forget all those IQ points and resume-filling good deeds they've done. They become monsters! How do I know this? A fine pedigree of Fifth Ave and DTMs in Oxford. Horrible horrible places but with many good and very drunk memories. True dives. And for all the much older and obviously-non-Harvard people who I saw at HK. WTF? You're creepy. Please leave.
