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| - Went to meet up with some former coworkers I haven't seen in forever to catch up and have some drinks. It was freezing outside waiting in line. I've never been to Blue Martini, and didn't know there was a dress code - I was wearing sandals, solely for comfort. When telling my friend "Hey, I didn't know there was a dress code", a girl nearby told me I looked fine. We waited a bit and had a couple of the bouncers walking back and forth "see me" along with everyone else in line, prior to entering. When it was time to check ID, the bouncer looks at my feet and says, "Dude... we don't do sandals..." in the most derogatory and degrading tone. Before I could even open my mouth, he says, "But if you give me $50, I'll let you in." I ended up leaving, and heading home. I was livid, because if there was a dress code, why is there any room for negotiation? Why didn't any of the bouncers say anything while I waited in line? Why would I consider paying $50 for entrance on a Thursday night at a location that isn't even on the strip as a local? Granted - I genuinely wasn't in dress code, but the whole experience was overall humiliating in front of my friends/coworkers I haven't seen in the longest. I'll head downstairs to YardHouse next time.
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