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| - After years of retaliation and staying clear of almost everything in its vicinity, last night, I was coerced (forced) into the front doors of Brant House.
I'll toss up 1 star for giving me a spot to see a ton of old friends from high school and university, in one place. Bottle service and sport coats to match, they seemed to be having a fantastic time, and that made me smile. That was about it for the positives though.
The DJ's were "one-two-checking" on the mic for absolutely no reason, the music was a tasteless mix of late-90's hip-Pop (I thought we all agreed that Nelly was to be eliminated from our history books), the standard crowd pleasers (Bell Biv Devoe, R Kelly and Keith Murray, never would have seen those guys comin) and a couple of "hot new tracks" that fell off about 6 months ago. (Am I being overly critical?)
The bouncer at the front door was way more pleasant than I expected him to be, but regardless, line-ups at the front-door that have nothing to do with capacity issues inside, is something that I just can't condone.
Anyway, it was a good learning experience. I totally forgot that spots like Brant House still exist. If you're looking for a place to get dressed up, drink your face off (at $9.00 a drink) and dance to some really popular tunes, you'll probably have a decent time here.
My jeans, comfy kicks, un-gelled hair, and more importantly, my thirst for endless conversations with awesome new people, just don't bode well for these types of environments.
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