Doo.
Not a bad club, but my wife and I just found it kind of boring. On the night that we went, they were featuring dj Kristina Sky, whose name was on the screen for most of the time that we were there. At one point in the mix, you heard a sample of a guy saying "doo" on about every eighth beat. It was the running joke of the night with me and my wife. A couple of times I said "doh!" instead like Homer Simpson.
Doo.
What we found interesting was that only about 5-30% of the patrons were dancing at any given time. That's not the fault of this place, but it did make for interesting people watching. Here's this club and all these people are just standing around.
Doo.
Thankfully my wife got in for free. I, on the other hand, paid $5 because I'm a guy--this is typical of dance joints where guys go to pick up women. At least it was cheap. As the patrons were about 70% men, they definitely made some money that night at the door. Another selling point was vodka, which seemed to be everywhere.
Doo.
Fair. Seen better, seen worse.
Doo.