68 Labrook Concourse
Richmond, VA 23224
Richmond City County
Phone: (804) 232-5711
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by Denise W. on infusion. I've heard a lot about you. oh yes i have.. a lot of good things ..so I figured I had to see it myself. And...? well.. here goes. [-1] Parking is a biatch in that area. didnt expect to be smack dab downtown.. fml. $20 for parking. are you kidding. [-1/+1] The boys got there first.. and couldnt even line up because they werent with any girls.. wow. but i guess this could be a good thing. [-1] Made it in before 11 [record for me] ANDDDD i had to pay cover of $10.. what the f..? the go-go dancers.. i dunno what to make of it.. they looked like they were 14. awkward. :| Oh Infusion.. so far ur not looking so great.... spent $30 & havnt even had a drank yet. [+1] for being downtown & ins & outs without any problem.. that's pretty awesome. [+1] for the interior.. the decor.. unisex bathroom. [watching this one guy hit on every girl that walked in the restroom.. and failing.. priceless. +1] back to the negs. tryna get a drink at the bar was a mission. it was def. a buzzkill waiting for service. the place itself is super small & it gets retarded packed. super hot. they needa crank up the A/C for reals. im sure they can afford it charging everyone that walks thru the door $10-20.. penis or vagina. paid $50 for 3 AMFs & a patron. the music was good.. until they started repeating songs. hm. if i were to take a shot for every song they had already played.. id be 4-5 shots deep. but they did play alot of david guetta's songs.. which was awesome cuz i love david guetta. [+2] overall. i had a good time but not sure if i would be returning anytime soon. place is a lil small for my taste.
by Cheri L. on The only thing I kinda like about this place is the adjoining smoking room where you can escape the crowd dancing to a playlist fitting for a lame wedding or college frat party. Too bad I don't smoke anymore. So, I was forced to sit on the ledge near the dance floor and watch people make fools out of themselves, and shifted to and from the bar amid a strange cross-section of San Francisco nightlife mixing elements of the TL, collared going-out shirts, and my friends and I, poorly stuck in the middle.
