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| - With killer DJs, a sexy atmosphere, funny, friendly doormen and a positive vibe, you would think I'd be giving the Marquee a stellar review. Although these things are very important in a good nightclub, here's what made my recent visit to the Marquee a two-star experience:
1. The feeling of constantly being herded like cattle. Ladies and gents, be warned. If you're not signing up to drop several bills on bottle service, your options of where you're "allowed" to be drop significantly. I was at the club with four other girls celebrating my friend's upcoming wedding, and it seemed like if we weren't in line to buy drinks or in the main dance pit, we couldn't be anywhere else. At one point, three of us were on the second floor on a balcony overlooking the main DJ area. A few minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder and much to my surprise there was one of the staff members shining his little flashlight on the floor directing us to leave. Really? Why? It's not like we were intruding on a VIP area or blocking a walkway. Being the pacifist that I am, I complied, but I have to admit I was very confused. An hour later, we were invited to someone's bottle-service table, and even though we were within the seating area and not at all in the walkway, a staffer was telling us that we had to move in even further. Very weird, and although I understand in a place as packed as the Marquee they need to be strict with safety measures, it felt excessive.
2. Drink prices. A few of the gals in our group decided to buy rounds of drinks for us, and for five, non-top-shelf drinks the bill was $70. REALLY? The only other place I've been with drinks that expensive is the Ministry of Sound in London, and the Marquee is nowhere as iconic as that. Ladies and gents, do yourselves a favour and get your pre-drink on.
3. The layout. Given that at least half of the guests at the Marquee are ladies wearing (oftentimes) uncomfortable heels, I found the amount of stairs and slippery, sloped floors surprising. When it came time to leave, we had to make an epic trek down what looked to be an industrial staircase. Although my lady friends and I aren't sloppy drunks and therefore had no issues, it was painful for me to watch all the young ladies try to make their way downstairs in their sky-high heels on wobbly legs.
4. The available dance space. I'll admit -I love to bust a move when a good tune comes on, but given the limited areas in which you're allowed to stand and dance, the only dancing I could do was an awkward jiggle which I now call the "sausage dance" -because you feel like a sausage trapped in its casing.
Overall, am I glad that I came to the Marquee? Yes, it was certainly an experience, but considering that I was part of a group of five intelligent, confident and beautiful ladies in their late-twenties, it felt strange to have our "fun" dictated to us. The crowd was filled with young, just-turned-21 year olds all hooched up and getting sauced, which didn't bother me as it was what I expected -as should you.
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