by Reinaldo Hammeren on Coming here you should know what you're getting yourself into. Ladies ... look hot. Gentlemen ... buy bottles or be prepared to wait. I think I'm singing the tune of most of LAs hot spots. I had a fun time here but I didn't come to meet or mingle with people I came to hang out with friends who bought bottles. So ... not waiting, having a place to sit, and having table service really helped my review.
by Tonya T. on Go to their website and get on the guest list - this gets you in the door for $15. Check goldstar for discounts. The earlier your arrival - the less time standing outside (but people watching here is NICE!) I love to dance, so I hit the floor for all night dancing. If you're a drinker you can go outside or to the back room - the lines are not long there. A lot of guys crowd the front bars as they oggle the go-go dancers. There is a male strip revue here (The Hollywood Men). They are HOT, and sweet. I hear LA Vice stopped lap dances on the stage so the boys can't touch customers now. If you pay to see the MEN, you get into the club free after. The guest DJs spin and keep you moving. I accidentally caught Will-I-Am here in February. Amazing music but it does get hot so catch your breath on the balcony and look over the horizon, smoke something, sit, dance, drink, and then go back in to dance. Isn't that why you go to a dance club? ENJOY
by Patrick Hinchey on Bars like this are the reason why you were excited to turn 21. I may not live in a nightlife mecca like NYC, but I certainly know a great bar when I see one, and this is the best bar I have ever been to. A nightclub on a pier with a docked party boat- sounds good to me. Oh, and the boat was sunken and salvaged, pretty fuckin cool. More on that later. My one and only visit to Frying Pan was on a warm summer night, the Dj's were spinning really good music on the pier, the crowd was young and pretty hip, and they certainly knew what to do when faced with a dance floor. There were little tables on a balcony above the pier to sit at and get away from the swarms of people and maze of velvet ropes below and take in the Manhattan skyline towering right overhead. I was already loving it, then I discovered the ship... Picture it, this ship sinks, is later salvaged, partially gutted inside, left more or less as is, and turned into a nightclub. Everything is covered with rust, and there are tons of dark tunnels and rooms to explore/make out in. But head down a staircase, and there's the dance floor- the gutted engine room, rusted pipes and machinery surrounding the empty center. One small spotlight hangs from a catwalk overhead, while a mist of water rains down on the crowds. It's loud, dark, and a little scary, but you've got to see it to believe it. The cover is $10, and the drinks are pricey- at least by Seattle standards. But I'm not complaining. The 4:00 a.m. cut off time was loosely enforced, and the Dj's were still spinning and people were still dancing while the sun was coming up- well into the hour of 5:00. This, again, is why you were so looking forward to to being 21; you knew one day you'd find a bar like this.
