by Fidel Decurtis on Want a low key night, where you can actually sit down with out paying for bottle service? The Sugar Cafe, come lounge at night, is worth a whirl. Added bonus: You can sit by the fireplace and laugh at the scantly clad (and shivering) girls waiting in line for the Cellar.
by Mauro Dilchand on I went last night to see Dave Dresden play. I really think they needed a Gay mans touch when they were designing. The sound system was OK at best. Drink prices weren't too bad lke you would expect from a new "trendy" scottsdale club/bar. Unless you were in the not so VIP VIP section there is hardly anywhere to put your drink. I did like the Bathroom except for the puke in the urinal......ewww One positive thing was all of the lights were LED's so you could say this play was going " green". All in all I will go back again depending on who is playing thier but wouldn't otherwise go to have a good time.
by Lauren S. on Post Mimi's I find myself here at Strata. This is a club I have walked by many times. It is not too far from Slate, one of my favorite places. And had the happenings of my date been up to me, Slate is where I would have ended my evening. As a general rule, I don't stand in lines for nightlife festivities. At least not for very long. But here I was, in line. As another general rule, I don't pay for clubs and if I do, it's of the 5 dollar variety. So after a 25 minute wait my date paid a total of 55 dollars for the two of us to walk into this Strata. So called, I assume because of the many levels of guest that come in and are forced to listen to the same terrible DJ. As we stood in line I became immediately embarassed by my association with the trifling gutter snipes that were behind, before, and beside me. Jesus be a pair of pants! These ladies were just begging for it. No sense of modesty. Although it probably made their security searches a little less involved. I felt slightly uncomfortable with the bullish woman who proceeded to find pills in my "new" second-hand purse. I had her toss them Then she searched me. A little too much for my liking. But before I knew it I was in. The music was uncomfortably loud. And the area we ended up in was packed so that dancing was as uncomfortable. When enough people were inside, the club expanded and a curtain was lifted to reveal another portion of the club. Finally I could breathe at least. The DJ was awful. There was no continuity. Just noise and racket! UGH! And he was one of those DJs that felt talking would get me hyped. But all it did was annoy. Coupled with the fact that I hadn't had a drop of alcohol because I was with someone who didn't drink. That would've been an uncomfortable situation so I tried to suck it up and pretend like I was having a good time. I just didn't. But I felt forced into staying because I was paid for and it cost so damn much. Never going to the club with a date in tow ever again. But more importantly, never going here again. The best part of the night was leaving and seeing the Retro Kids on the path to the exit. Although it is rather surprising to see such a quality and non-conformist music group show their support to such an awful and over-hyped establishment.
