A friend of a friend suggested to my girlfriend that we check out this College St venue on a Friday night. We were anticipating a fun girls night that was a happy blend of gin tonics and great music so that we could unwind from a busy work week. I checked Blnd Tger out online and chose to ignore the warnings of past posted reviews. Let's face it, in this day in age, everyone thinks their opinion is valid on the World Wide Web. I just like to have my own.
We roll up, there is no line out in front and we are good to stroll right in. But before we do, bouncers gotta check us out to see that we own proper identification and not trying to sneak in contraband. Not a problem until... there was a problem.
My friend got checked first and we watched in awe as one of the bouncers was rummaging through in almost of a fisting type motion. A flashlight into the bag would have helped screen the contents of the bag, but that's just my personal opinion. Another bouncer ushered me towards her so that I could begin my bag check, so I shuffled aside and willingly held my purse open. Now don't get me wrong, I know that this checkpoint is a critical measure in venue security, but this was not your usual, "pat down and bag inspection" like in the good ol' days. I held my purse steady as she checked every nook and cranny. She opened up my cigarette pack, checked the side zipper pockets, rummaged around the bottom to make sure nothing was over looked, the usual stuff. Then I watched her take out my wallet, open it up, looked flipped through the contents inside and take out a package of Zig Zags that was buried behind some store gift cards. Then she closed everything up placed my wallet inside my purse, but kept the papers in her hand. Apparently, I am able to cross international boarders with rolling papers, but not the threshold of this venue. At this point I had to ask "Are you really taking my papers away from me?" She indeed was.
Behind me, my friend, who had passed her body examination, had experienced a pat down that would have gotten her boyfriend into jealous fit. Lets just say it was the kinda frisking that would make ol skool rapper MC Hammer say "Can't Touch This".
To sum this up, my bouncer told me I could not take my Ziggys into the venue, so I chose to keep my compressed tree pulp package and not go in on principle. In my entire adult life of heading out and about, I have never come across security procedures like I did that night. Made me think just what kind of a place I was potentially stepping into. Where girls are touched and groped at the doors of a club and where paper is as dangerous as a crack pipe.
Our night was not at a loss however. There are a multitude of bars and venues on College St. that have excellent service, good music and gin and tonics. I'd be very surprised if I saw this place still up and running on my next visit to College, but that's just my opinion. I had to post at least 1 star to submit this review, but I give Blnd Tger ( no i's for intelligence) a ZERO star rating for losing my interest before even entering the club.