by Erin J. on Walking by, this place looked pretty divey, but we peeked inside and thought it looked like a good place to get out of the heat for a bit and so, we went inside. The decor was kinda...like a high school person designed the place. Obvious sun/moon dichotomy, etc. It wasn't bad, but it really looked like something I'd have done to my bedroom when I was 15, had my parents let me. As is a somewhat common occurrence, I ceased to exist and the waitress only spoke in Spanish to my guy. I should be used to this by now, but it always irritates me to see a server's back at my table. She recommended the ceviche, which we got, with chips and salsa. It was just acceptable; a heavy hit of lime juice took off the fishyness and I didn't get sick, so woohoo! The frozen margarita - which I'll admit, I do not partake of very often - hit the spot on that hot day. The prices were reasonable and we left feeling much better than we had when we walked in.
by Asia Dahling on I've been corralled in here for the afterparty-monopoly Cocomo has managed to scrounge after they close the block for Decompression. I've also been for a few of the Sunset Stompy parties, since I have friends who swear by this place. Said friends are mostly excited that, on any given night at Cocomo, they have a solid chance at finding a baggie of some drug or another dropped in a dark corner. Even they have to agree that the music and ambiance is lacking. Unlike Sunset parties hosted in any other venue in the city, the crowd at Cocomo is hard and unfriendly. Mixed-gender groups huddle to themselves and don't socialize with outsiders much, and the single guys are always on the prowl. If you're a girl, you can forget dancing by yourself or trying to make new friends without having to fend off sketchy predators every few minutes. The music is generic, the drinks are overpriced, and the food is pretty much equivalent to what you'd get in a hospital. Add that to the disgusting, smelly bathrooms, and the especially-rude security guys at the front door, plus coming out to find your car window smashed and the contents of your purse scattered around with the street garbage the next morning... you can't lose!
by Ingeborg Glendening on I LOVE dancing to 80's music and I'm an 80's music dancing whore. 1984, Thursday nights is where its at.....and Club gossip is pretty cool also. 80's trannies rock!!! I like the cage...it's cheesy and sometimes, like when 80's music is playing, I like cheesy. Don't judge the place by the tards that go there. Just dance and get really boozed up and sing to yourself "Oh dancing with myself Oh dancing with myself Well theres nothing to lose And theres nothing to prove Ill be dancing with myself" that's what I do.
