by Saralina B. on Giving this place 1 star is INCREDIBLY generous of me. I have never been treated SO poorly in my entire life. I think an ex boyfriend I cheated on would treat me better than EVERY single employee at this shit hole did. Here's my story: For my friend's 21st birthday she payed $2,000 for a VIP section with bottle service for the night. There was about 30 of us and we arrived around 9:30. We were the first to arrive to the club in general and we're each individually checked in by the hostess. We were then escorted upstairs by the balcony. They had set up two tables that were roped off for our party with a few bottles on each table. A bottle of Patron, a Bottle of Sky and another bottle of vodka on each table. Mind you, those 3 bottles per table, is what they call "all night bottle service". It's not unlimited people, don't be fooled. And if you want anything other than those 3 liquors you have to pay for it yourself. All the girls in the party placed their purses together in a pile near one of our tables. Then we headed downstairs to the dance floor. After getting our boogie on, to obnoxious constant house beats we made our way to the bathroom. After that, we headed back up to our tables. When we got there, I heard from the Birthday girl that the bouncer guarding our section had been letting strangers into our area? So there was weird creepy guys wondering around our roped off tables drinking our bottles we paid 2k's for. Sweeeeeet. Then I go over to the pile of purses to grab my camera. "Ummmm guys...... Where's my purse?" Yeah. Gone. My brand new coach purse, with my cell phone, camera, makeup, credit card and ID, cash, etc. vanished. A friend and I began to search for it. When she left my side and went to check the bathroom I was approached from behind by the same hostess that checked us in. She roughly grabbed my arm and told me to come with her. We got to the front of the club and she said "your too intoxicated, you have to go." I explained to her my situation. I told her I had only been there for about and hour, had not had that much to drink, that my purse was stolen, my entire party was inside and I had no way of contacting anyone considering my phone was in the purse that got stolen. She said she didn't care and to leave. I asked her to go inside and notify anyone in my party I was outside, she refused. So I stood there, purse-less, in a tiny little dress, at 11 at night surrounded by hobos trying to talk to me. After standing there for 20 minutes the same hostess whispered to a bouncer. The bouncer walked over to me and said you can't stand here, you have to walk down the street, this is loitering. I flipped out! They wanted me to walk down a random dark street in San Francisco in the middle of the effing night in a little tiny dress with no BLEEPING phone? Sorry but getting raped wasn't on my agenda for the night! Finally, the same friend that was helping me look for my stuff came outside and found me. She went in a notified the rest of the group and everyone came outside. WARNING: If you go outside, they DON'T let you back in, no matter HOW much you pay for the evening. After this event, I tried to call the club every single day and night for weeks. No answer, no returned phone call. I will NEVER return to this establishment. It is pathetically managed and I have never experienced this much disrespect in my entire life.
by Clinton Peria on I first went here on the advice of a Brighton Beach-bred friend who said, "No description does its awesomeness justice. Just go, and your life will change forever." I can't improve on that, so I'll just say that I celebrated my 25th here and daresay will see in 27 here, too. (26, I was heartbroken and celebrated with my parents at The Old Homestead. Par-tay!) It's a perfect party spot, as it's very far away, very expensive, and unbelievably festive: enough gold and glitz to do a czar proud, and you absolutely cannot overdress. You WILL be the only non-Russians. The buffet, while not to my mind scrumptious, is lavish, and the vodka doth flow. The floor show is surreal. Showgirls, drag queens, cover bands, twenty costume changes and a cast of thousands! The night I went they held a beauty contest to crown a "Queen of the Evening" which I failed to win, despite having drunk a full bottle of vodka. We're celebrating my birthday on the evening of Friday, May 2nd. Be there or be square!
