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The layout of the club is nice. The servers are very nice. Prices of drinks are lower than expected for a bustling club in the Douche District. But everything else... oh, god. Cheeseball city deluxe. Libations are your garden variety club fare, juices are canned. Music is ridiculously loud. Terrible house music... aaaaand some guy playing bongos to accompany the music. (Seriously? Is this 2003?) I'm an old club/rave rat and I can't remember music ever being that loud. Have people gotten deafer in the last 10 years?
Anyway.
Clientele: The night I went, there were more women then men. Lots of future trophy wives, squealing bachelorettes, and some that you probably pay by the hour. Lots of female eye candy, if that's what you're looking for. As for the men, think guys wearing thick chains around their necks, gelled hair, and sporting large "diamond" earrings.
I may be a little bit biased/curmudgeony as it's not my scene; I came here because my b-school held an end-of-quarter event here. But I just couldn't take it and slipped out the door after half an hour and three weak drinks. With that said, if you're a lady who digs Tiesto and want to catch the kind of man who wears chains around his neck, loves Ed Hardy, bathes in Davidoff Cool Water, and GTLs on his weekends when he's not trying to scramble up the corporate ladder, then this place is for you. Guys, if you can bear the awful music but want to gawk at some pretty hot women, then by all means - visit the Roosevelt Room.
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