by Angie O. on Sleazy. Pushy. Dirty. I liked it...along with the nice splashes of color that spiced up SF's whiteness. Fun music. A mix of hiphop and R&B from my high school-late college years with a few newer songs thrown into the mix. The martinis weren't bad. No roofies?? I must be getting old. The stripper poles upstairs weren't too sticky. And are a great full-body workout--it's nice to burn off those booze calories with a few casual thrusts.
by Hannah C. on Anytime someone mentions velvet room, it makes me wanna dry-heave. To be honest, I've never actually been inside because the bouncers were such douche bags to our friend. He was wearing a t-shirt, a very expensive t-shirt, I might add with very awesome everything else. But the bouncers felt that they were just sooooo classy that they couldn't let him in (so of course, we weren't gonna just leave him outside). Come on, guys! First of all, let me remind you, you're in a ghetto parking lot NEXT TO A FREAKING BIG LOTS...oh yeah, real classy. Just in case your patrons forgot to eat dinner, you've conveniently situated yourself next to a Big Lots where they can pick up a can of pork 'n' beans and RC cola on their way in. Great. Beggars can't be choosers, you losers. Second, I think any relatively hot chick in the group should be able to negate whatever "shortfalls" the first guy has. So give him a break, you thugs. Oh, and any club that has to artificially inflate the lines outside by keeping customers miserable in the cold and rain to make it look cool obviously has a little problem with their self esteem, hmmmm?? What a load of crap.
