Listen, I COULD have danced here... The night I went I thought the DJ was actually spinning pretty well. We danced a little bit but I kept getting weird looks from the collar-popped meat heads next to us (who weren't dancing). Their looks were saying to me, "You mean you're dancing... without a female ass parked up in your crotch? What the hell are you doing?!"
Douchyness abounds. CK1 is heavy in the air. Drinks are expensive and even though we had bottle service, our waitress was over at the other table flirting most of the time. Oh, and she didn't know how to make anything.