900 West 5th Avenue Suite 102
Anchorage, AK 99501
Anchorage County
Phone: (907) 646-2222
Fax: (907) 646-0666
Website: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Joy B. on It's like a little slice of Vegas..bite sized to fit in Hollywood atop the narrow ass W Hotel. Love the elevator ride up to the top. Beautiful view. Swanky decor. Friday night DJ played a lot of good hip hop, not as much house which is the exact opposite of what Vegas does. The inside area is petite. Go outside if you're claustrophobic, it's a lot roomier. Although the dancing happens inside. My girls & I danced atop the elevated areas surrounding the VIP tables alongside the go-go's in pink tu-tu skirts swirling on the poles that looked like giant lamps. I love lamp. No I don't. I just felt like saying it. I do love the mini-me Vegas in my city, though. I can go here to get my Vegas fix whenever I can't visit the real thing. HINT FOR GUYS: Do not..I repeat..do not show up without a collared shirt or blazer. You will get denied. Don't be that dick who shows up under-dressed and ruins it for the rest of your group. Either that, or get ready to pay $100 bribe cover charge (if they even offer it to you). Your choice. Next mission: Networking to meet a host or other hook-up who can provide the following at all times: no waiting in lines & no cover. Like ever. You know how much I hate that shit.
by Branden Coonrod on A night at Opera is worth it if: - you get a VIP balcony and bottle service - you go by cab We used to occasionally come here in college when it was still Eleven50. On a recent trip back to Atlanta, a friend treated us to a table/bottle service to show us the renovation, and we had a fantastic time. No cover, no waiting in line, and a private balcony overlooking the entire main dance floor and DJ booth. The tunes were amazing that night and the decor was massively upgraded. Add that to the nostalgia factor and it made for a great night out. Alas... let's get realistic. VIP tables and college reunions don't happen every weekend, so I'm not sure if that situationally awesome experience would apply to any routine visit to Opera. Some clubs feel swank with a table or without, but I don't get the feeling that this is one of those places. The line was incredibly long at midnight, the crowd seemed a bit heady (a higher than average ratio of frat-tastic guys running around), and from what I overheard, run-of-the-mill drinks on the main floor are absurdly expensive. Definitely the place to be if you're looking for an opulent night out, removed from the main floor. Otherwise, a fun but standard Atlanta club.
by Ivory Miyashiro on I was briefly introduced to the owner of this bar, Susan Bird, when she called, asking me to sell her a pair of speakers for her night club. I explained to her what I had to offer, and, as an accommodation to her, I volunteered to drive the speakers to her from Atlanta. When I arrived, Ms. Bird had inadequate equipment to make use of the speakers. Namely, she had no speaker wire. She had never asked me to supply her with wire, and I had never offered to sell her any. Apparently, she assumed that I would bring some, because she had nothing on hand and she didn't seem to be familiar enough with her own equipment to know that she would need some. Because she seemed to be under a time crunch, I offered I offered to find a Radio Shack and procure some proper speaker wire for her. I'm a helper. Instead of accepting, Ms. Bird rudely rebuked me about bringing her something she couldn't use, when, in fact, I had brought her exactly what she asked for. Without further warning, Ms. Bird stormed out of the bar, dropped one of my speakers in my car, and then left in her Jeep. I was unpaid and not thanked for my efforts. I was flabbergasted at how rude and unprofessional she was, and at how disorganized her club seemed to be. In all, she wasted about an hour and a half of my time with this ordeal. Anyway, she currently has only one speaker in her dance club. If you want to attend a crappy nightclub with one speaker and a rude, self-centered flake for an owner, this is your place.
