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| - Brotastic!! If you love bros, and who doesn't, then Label Charlotte is the place for you.
Hit the dancefloor, you'll be surrounded by a wall of bros. Some standing, some checking their cell phones, and even a few "dancing" (maybe they are from Europe, coz they sure as heck ain't Americans! Am I right or what?). I am telling you friend, the brotient at Label is off the charts. While enjoying the pounding EDM of some forgettable Canadian duo (also: bros, natch) I counted 4 women amongst a brocean of no less than 50 broskis. So whether you're a hetchick, or a hommedude, or heck, maybe youre a hetdude that wants to cultivate that bromance (ain't nothing wrong with that), then Label is the place for you. Brogasm it up.
Other than the bros, what can I say... entry was um... "interesting". They run you through a weird maze thing (turn left, turn right, straight, turn left). As I kept walking and walking I had this weird feeling of a calf being led to the slaughter, or maybe I was going to turn the corner and find myself face to face with a minotaur. Kinda fun, in a Disneyworld kinda way.
Notice: They've got security down tight. Like TSA airport tight. I wasn't actually cavity searched, but I can't rule out the possibility in the future. So clear out your cavities. Catch me? There are probably 30 security dudes checking the club at various points. Why inside? I'm not sure. Are clubgoers in Charlotte prone to violence? Maybe. They seemed to be nice - a bit lacking in knowledge - actually now that I think about it a lot like TSA, especially with the maze entry thing. Maybe they're the same guys. LOL. I bet they are.
Typing this I now remember I didn't see a single female security person. Weird. See "brotastic" above. The owners really love bros I guess.
At 1am the club is bouncing and packed nut to butt and I see a 300 pound security dude pushing his way through middle of the dancing crowd... COMPLETELY oblivious to the vibe. Like I said - security not the brightest bulbs, and way way too many, but they do their job.
I ordered a few drinks at the bar. Prices are good (for a club), drink was strong, and served in a nice plastic cup like you'd get at a company picnic or something. I'm not talking bout no tacky red solo cup - a classy see-thru plastic cup. I mean, it didn't have a stem like those phony plastic champagne glasses that the bottom always falls of, but it was still "classy plastic". I kinda wonder if they have any actual glassware. :)
Lighting system, sound, aesthetics and bathrooms - all on point. No complaints there.
Here is something I hate to bring up but feel obligated. I'm gonna get serious for a moment. The club has a weird segregation thing going on. I'm not just talking race (although there was that - one staff member went so far as to tell me - this part is for a "different clientele" and you could almost hear the airquotes when he said it), but there are parts of the club you can't go into unless you're like.. VIP or something. Dudes, this is Charlotte, not Miami - stop trying to make VIP happen in a dance club out in the suburbs. And once I looked up at the VIP section, and lo and behold, it was "bros" that looked like they were trying too hard to impress the girls they were with. Funny.
So lets wrap this up.
Pros: Bros, bros, bros. Drinks. Sound & Light. Bathrooms. Aesthetics.
Cons: Byzantine entry. Oppressive+clueless security. Segregation? Bros, bros, bros.
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