by Michael D. on Definitely my favorite club in Midtown Atlanta. I like the talent that Opera get's, but I hate everything else about that place. That's when I head to CosmoLava. The primary reason I like it so much is that the variety will ensure that there is at least one room I can dig on any given night.
by kris k. on I thought this place was horrible. There was a big line out front, but that wasn't a problem. I am friends with the promoter so she let us right in, but a lot of people were complaining about the long wait. Once upstairs the girl I was with had to use the restroom, there are only 1 mens and 1 ladies single stall restrooms for the entire club, so the line was extremely long. At the bar the drinks were expensive ( they did pour nicely though). The worst part was the bar smelled like urine. The music was not my style and the crowd was lame. We quickly left and went to Bardot were we had a great time.
by Lauretta Hutching on You know those people who always have nice perfect haircuts, nice-fitting and generically perfectly stylish brand new clothes (for men, it would probably be a Urban Outfitters $35 t-shirt that is designed to look retro, pre-ripped jeans, and a blazer; for women -- I dunno -- women's clothing is too complext for my feeble mind to understand) who somehow are not quite up to par with the people who get on the N-Judah at the Noe Valley stop every morning but who are nevertheless obviously not scrappy enough to be Mission people? The type of people who are genuinely sincere, lacking in a sense of irony, and also priviledged up the whazoo? Or, dear reader, to evoke Shine in a different manner: So, there are big bands like U2 that sell a million records and crap dollar bills because people, even though probably misguided, genuinely like their music. Then there are bands that are on little labels so small that they can only afford to eat pinto beans, but their fans genuinely love them so they can go on tour and sleep in people's houses and everything is cool. Follow me so far? OK. So then, somewhere in between those two, there's... Dishwalla.
