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| - Brant House, you've had your last shot. I've been twice in the last couple of months, after a 5 year hiatus, and was LESS than impressed. Actually, you could say that I left pissed, with a very sour taste in my mouth.
First, not unlike every other club, you start out by paying $10 cover. Then, $2 coat check (now that it's getting too cool to leave your coat behind.) So at this point, we're $12 in the hole, and the night hasn't even started.
The bouncers tend to be a bit stuck up, and generally rude. The bartenders are okay.
The DJ is a damn train wreck. I appreciate that he's trying to be creative, but he's too self absorbed to realize that his mixes are terrible, and it's at the expense of every single person having a good time. How are you supposed to enjoy dancing when they guy starts out with a really cool beat, and then effs it up by mixing in some garbage song? Don't mess with a good thing buddy. Notice those artists are millionaires, and you're not??? Ya, that's because they know the difference between something that sounds GOOD and something that sounds AWFUL. Don't quit your day job pal. And if you're the owner/manager/person of influence at Brant House - take note, you need to start looking for a new DJ stat. I wouldn't be so disgusted had it been a one off, but it wasn't. It was two separate occasions that he screwed with my enjoyment.
So, end of the night comes, I've been wearing high heels for 14 hours... feet are killing. Like beyond killing and I want to go home... but guess what? No one's allowed out the front door (right near where I parked my car, knowing that when I had to go, I'd want it close.) I wasn't drinking, and I wasn't being unreasonable, and asked the bouncer really, really nicely if I could please use that exit. No. Oh, and he laughed in my face, taking enjoyment in the fact that I was desperate to leave. Everyone has to go out the back door which leads you to a different street altogether, meaning that I had a lengthy hike to get back to my car... and almost in tears I might add. I was pissed. Beyond pissed. Brant House has gone waaaaaaaaay down hill since my youngen days, and I don't recommend it.
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