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| - I've been to Velvet Dog twice in my life. And both times weren't too special, though they were entertaining, nonetheless. The first of my experiences was during "senior week" last year before I graduated. That was great fun, but it was mostly because we took over the place. The second visit was more recently and I was not too thrilled. Maybe that was because the evening started off a bit botched and much later than my old lady schedule would have liked. Between getting there after midnight, searching for parking (why did we drive?!), actually being talked into making an appearance on W. 6th, someone having forgotten their ID (you're going to a club. come. on.), fighting the ridiculous crowd to get up to the rooftop for some precious breathable air, and then paying WAY TOO MUCH for a Budlight, I wasn't the happiest of W. 6th-ers. Then again, everyone else was way boozier than I was, too.
Anyways, like everyone else says, the rooftop bar really makes it. I've never been a fan of heights, but for some reason I really like being on this roof. Maybe it's because I'll never have bottle service and be super close to the edge...it could also be because being inside on the first floor was traumatizing and I never want to be eyeballed and squished up against people like that again. I should probably try to come earlier and enjoy the place during a more calm and enjoyable business hour, but I really don't have a desire to come here out of the blue. It's usually that one friend that gets the dancing bug and only wants to go out after midnight, so I'll probably be back, rubbing elbows (well, for me that means getting elbows in the face since I'm barely taller than 5 feet and refuse to wear sky high heels to a place like this...) with strangers and paying too much money for a cheapo beer.
So, read my review keeping in mind that I'm not a W. 6th kind of girl, I guess. It really just doesn't fit with what I'd call a good night out. I'd much rather have a few beers at a tavern or go to a small concert venue. Call me an old lady, but this just isn't my first choice...or second.
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