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| - $$$$-FOR-FAKERS!! Except there ain't no $30,000 boob-slash-nose jobs or BMW-drivin', MK-totin', Prada-wearin' scottsdale-plastic here! it's just a bizarre parallel-universe, bermuda-triangle zone of dress code, fried food and a ridiculous $250 table reservation fee in the middle of the ghetto!
In summary: SEVERE cultural differences and whacked understandings of service standards. I'm not sure how it happened, but i am out of place here. And i used to live a thousand feet from this goddam club!
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i'm the first to shake my head when i see a lengthy and heated exchange between a yelper and an owner. so when I saw the volleys between 3-year-Elite Asina G. and owner Rick, I wanted to look closer. Hell, this is my hood! Don't forget, people: Amy's Baking Company was making Yelp Eliters' blacklists for *years* before Chef Ramsey's visit a few months ago!
let. me. be. clear. This neighborhood is GHETTO! And i mean that in a Margaret Cho way! And I can say that because I lived a thousand feet from this club for -- count 'em -- 11 years! With the arrival of the light rail across camelback I *watched* the homeowners flee and businesses decline. But it was never that great before light rail anyway! On one corner you had a strip club, on another a mattress store, and behind it a hotel that rents rooms by the hour! i watched 3 iterations of ownership try to make this drycleaner's storage room into a restaurant. God bless them!
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To wit:
The driveway features a tent sign that says "FIX YOUR CLOTH HERE" with grease pencil "ES" at the end of CLOTH! Another sign is taped to the driveway's brick pillar and says "FIX SUIT HERE FAST!" Another one is taped to the window: "FAST TAILOR HERE DAYS". Don't believe me? I took pictures! Check them out!
WHAT DO YOU MEAN A PAIR OF *CLEAN* PLAID VANS IS NOT ALLOWED? The dress code sign is leaned up against a card table leg and the letters spelling "No Tennis Shoes" are the cheapest-ass bingo-hall snack-bar menu letters I've ever seen in my goddam life!!!
I wonder. Is this a resurrection of the jockey club of former fame just a quarter mile east? That club closed 25 years ago after multiple gang shootings and deaths. My G*D, I hope and pray not!
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The story.
i intended to celebrate with business partners, colleagues and friends for a CD release party. after walking past the signage mentioned above, we approached the cashier sitting beneath an awning outside the door. A black man sitting nearby got up from his stool, stepped out from underneath the awning, an then looking at me, bent back over his waist, tilted his head sideways and began moving his head up and down LOOKING me over. He was mumbling to himself in slang and posturing as if he was looking for an escalation. Oh dear. This is the doorman. Still contorted, he threw his arm at me, pointing and saying, "This one's OK, but THAT one can't come in!" Now pointing at my guest's shoes, the man said, "No tennis shoes!"
Dress code violation. WHAT? Where the F*&# do you people think you are?! this is 7th avenue and camelback, goddamit!
I asked for Ricky. The man said, "He *might* be here" but refused to find him or take further action. When I insisted, he began repeating "concerning?" He was now sitting back in his chair, slumped over, crossing his arms at me and giving me an indignant, disgusted look.
After he berated me and humiliated me, repeating "concerning?" over and over, I explained that I intended to inform a manager about how he was treating me. He shooed at me with the back of his hand and slumped further in his chair, guffawing.
Incredulous, I called the club and someone told me that Ricky was not working. I insisted that a manager come out and speak with me and one did. The manager supported the behavior of his employee and told me he was doing his job. When I began to point at the surrounding buildings and businesses and attempted to remind him where we were, he interrupted me, saying he was insulted and refused to speak with me further. He refused to give me his name and then stood with the doorman talking about us, laughing and pointing.
Horrified, I called our friends inside to explain that we would not be joining them, and watched as four separate black couples approached and were greeted cordially and gracefully by the manager and the doorman. No contorted posturing, mumbling or pointing treatment for them. And they were dressed as casually as we.
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Ricky B. -- Make no mistake. My and my fellow yelp-eliter Asina G.'s impressions are our own, and you are free to treat your customers as you will. Yelp even allows you to make a public response to our impressions and it will be placed below. But with this review I place EVERY OUNCE of my five-year gold elite reputation behind the following: I will not stand for the kind of discriminatory treatment we experienced from your staff. I shall actively spread the details of our experience among my friends and colleagues.
Welcome to the DOUBLE-X BLACKLIST.
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