Lovely staff (the handsome gentleman back by the loo was a stunning conversationalist and quite aware of vintage synthesizers and theremin history), nice open dancefloor, free diet soda for me the DD, chill back lounge area, a club photographer who followed me about incessantly.
We went on a Friday to see Stacy Kidd. I thought it was going to be a great night -- there were a decent amount of people up in there early, so logic told me it would grow... Stacy played early to literally 10 people. I danced for twenty minutes and went to get some air.
By the time we returned from a walk around the block, some other DJ was in the booth playing the dirty dirty commercial rap. Poops.
One more walk around the block and the club was shut down and there were police cars blocking Washington.
Hmmm...