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| - If you were a patron of the last version of Michael's on 7th Ave and hoped their reinvention would be better, you are doomed to be disappointed.
First and foremost, the music is still abysmal. Specifically with regard to their upstairs room which seems to be intended more for dancing since the downstairs has no actual dance floor.
When I come to a "club" environment, I expect to hear CURRENT music- Drake, Beyonce, Rihanna, DJ Khaled, etc.. Well, not on Michael's watch will recent music be played! The DJ apparently took a time machine back to 1998 and refuses to step into the present. Pretty much all they played the two times I've been here is Jaheim, Next, and other late 90's "smooth R&B" that is better suited for falling asleep to than dancing to. I honestly can't believe they insist on continuing to operate this way. The old location was the exact same way. It's sad really.
The music they play downstairs is even older- we're talking Evelyn Champagne King, Lakeside, THE WHISPERS! I felt like it was 1984 again and I was hanging in my grandma's basement.
Also, the demographic is all over the place, but mostly skews toward people well over 45. We are talking beyond "grown & sexy". Way beyond! I saw numerous elderly people there last week and this place is crawling with men in their 50's trying to play "cat daddy" to women in their 30's.
It's gross.
Also, their bars (both upstairs and downstairs) are still woefully understaffed and you have to wait forever and a day at the bar for a drink. Just like the old location. Two bartenders at each bar for 150+ guests? Pitiful. And clearly they don't care!
Lastly, to be charging women a $10 cover on a Saturday night is pretty steep when most of your clientele is CREEPY OLD MEN. Michael's should be allowing women in here free of charge. Or maybe they should pay US to patronize this joke of an establishment.
I honestly wouldn't balk at the cover if on my EVERY VISIT I didn't end up waiting far too long for a drink at the bar, not being able to dance to their boring, outdated music, and being leered at by men older than my dad all night.
I've been twice and I'm not enough of a glutton for punishment to make it a third. I'll hang at Blue Martini (on Sunday's), Bar Smith or literally ANYWHERE else that knows it's 2016, plays music from the 21st century, and attracts people born after 1960.
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