160 South Penn Avenue
Oberlin, KS 67749
Decatur County
Phone: (785) 475-2421
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by Heide Brochet on It's not bad, but it's not great. For being such a large building, I was not impressed with the venue or the use of space. The crowd is definitely diverse and the people are generally friendly (except for the bouncers). TIP: You'll have to get your hand stamped or some sort of approval from a man named "Chris" or whoever the bouncer of the night is before you can get up to the attic club area. We weren't "fortunate" enough to get that so we stayed in the basement area all night. The go-go girls were not that impressive. All they got going for them were their butts hanging out of their skirts. Typical club, typical club atmosphere. Nothing really special.
by Melany Pecorelli on Oh what I would do for a good sports bar within walking distance. Alas, Jillian's isn't one. The bank of tv's would make you believe that there is potential, but sitting at the bar feeling like you're in the front row at the movies isn't good when you're drinking heavily. The food is average, yes it is slightly expensive. But it's inside of the metreon so it's not like you would expect it to be a bargain. Apparently it turns into a club at night, never been. Maybe that will change my mind.
by Herra Chink y. on Ohhhhhh man. I can't go here ever again. So, my company had an annual meeting at the Renaissance Hollywood hotel, and everyone from the West Coast (Southland, Bay Area, Seattle) flew into L.A. to participate. All us young-types have the great idea to stay an extra night and go clubbing. And look! The Highlands club is just downstairs in the Hollywood/Highland complex. How convenient. Anyways, we get there, after waiting in a line that snakes around the H/H complex for a couple miles (I kid you not). I'm wasted already by the way. We get in relatively quickly, however, with the help of some cleavage. I give the bar my credit card, tell people I'm buying them shots and go ahead and do it. I do this a couple more times, and also proceed to purchase premium liquor for myself. The service, it seems, is impeccable. I'm thinking --- wow they love me! Everytime I'm at the bar, the bartender comes up to me first and makes my drink immediately. I need to go --- I'm so done with the night. The club was, well, clubby. But I'm wasted to the point where I've lost feeling with my muscles. I close my tab. Holy crap in a bucket!!! My tab is $1,000 dollars!!!! No wonder they were giving me VIP treatment --- I was a high roller! I look at the receipt... it looks right, it's just that drinks here cost an average of like $20 bucks each, and it was my fault for buying all those rounds of shots. I can't believe it. I hang my head in shame, sign the bill without looking, and solemnly walk out of the club, sobered beyond belief, a single tear running down my cheek.
