I haven't been clubbing in years (yes, years) and not gonna lie, I actually had fun. We got here at 9:45pm, an ungodly hour for clubbing etiquette, but perfect for us. There was a $5 cover, which I thought was lame but I get it. Sometimes you need a cover to "cover" expenses. All the seating areas were reserved but the security guy was nice and let us throw our stuff on one. Typical nightclub and groups of people all had different styles. The huz and I took over the dance floor at 10pm because the DJ was killing it with reggae that took us back to the late 90s. That was my favorite part. An hour later, the club was packed, the music sucked, people were spilling drinks and it reminded me why I hate clubs. My beer soaked jeans and disdain for house music got the best of me and I decided it was time to go a little before midnight.
I like that they try to be pretentious. The decor was pin-up shiek with tuft, velvet couches and ornate, dark frames. There were dancers elevated behind the DJ area and an upstairs we never got around to exploring.