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| - If you've never been here before, it's definitely worth a visit. However, if you've been to it more than 60 times over the course of a decade like I have, you might find that it loses its magic. The novelty is over (for me, anyway).
The first floor tends to have more of a pub-like atmosphere and usually has an older clientele. I learned about tipping here in 2003, on the first floor. I sat at a table with my friends and after I bought a beer, the server asked me where the hell his tip was. I told him I'd give him a tip at the end of the night and he indignantly insisted that he wanted one after each time he gave a beer. I still think that sort of tipping system is insane, but I guess it just is the way it is.
The first floor is also where you will begin and end each night at Foufs. You will begin the night by checking your coat or bag in on the first floor and will end the night drunkenly rocking back and forth while impatiently clutching your coat check ticket amongst a crowd of equally drunk and equally impatient people. The coat check girls are almost always hot and almost always stressed out as hell. This is also usually the moment that it will dawn on you that you have to take a cab. Following this is the moment where it will dawn on you that everyone else also had that realization and will be competing with you for cabs. Happy hunting!
I'm getting ahead of myself - on to the second floor. You gain access to the second floor if you pay a cover, usually. It's usually worth it. The bouncer puts a stamp on your hand that won't wash off in the shower the next day. The second floor is where all the action is at Foufs though, in my opinion. You will find cheaper beer, sometimes a live band or three, an open mosh pit, loud punk/rockabilly/metal/rock music blasting from speakers, and at least two hundred young-ish drunk people wearing black. It's not really for the faint of heart, but it is incredibly entertaining to just people-watch here. I've seen a 65 year old punk with a mohawk kiss a 20 year old, and I've seen people eat glass, for example, and believe me when I say that that's just the tip of the iceberg. Just the very tip.
There is a third floor as well, which is essentially the same thing, except you can look down at the people on the second floor to judge them more efficiently. On some nights they will play different genres, but I've found that on most Saturday nights, metal and punk generally dominate, so if you don't like those genres you probably won't enjoy yourself on the second or third floors.
I must be getting old or something, because this place just doesn't do it for me anymore. When it's packed, sometimes the bouncers will get people to line up a certain way so that it takes over an hour to get in, and you only find out how long it's going to be once you're literally trapped in this one tiny corridor and see the sea of people ahead of you, also trapped. In the blistering cold, this is not exactly fun. I'm also completely over it when it comes to the second floor, as I have way less patience for people's aggressiveness (in the smoking area especially).
I will always have fond memories of Foufs. Everyone should try it out at least once. However, I'm pretty sure this buttcheek's been tapped out for me.
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