I guess I should start this review with a disclaimer. I am not a "club" girl. I don't like wearing short skirts in winter without thick wool tights underneath, and I refuse to wear high heels to go dancing (OW?). I stay away from Richmond Street at all costs, and would much rather go to a small place and dance to real music, you know, stuff that doesn't sound like a bunch of lasers are being shot around the room with a digitized girl's voice repeating the same phrase over and over again.
That said, I had to accompany a friend to the Midtown once as a wing-woman. This was before the most recent renovation they had, and when I went there, it was literally a tiny, unassuming door that I had always ignored when walking by (looking at cheap flights in the window of Flight Center next door is far more useful). Once you got inside, it was actually a huge space.
And the huge space was filled with probably a million people, scantily-clad girls, guys in striped dress shirts and flare jeans, bad top 40 music...I decided I needed several drinks. And had to wait at the bar for years, because I couldn't get past all of the people who were blocking it, the bartenders were busy flirting with said scantily-clad girls, and I distinctly remember being grabbed inappropriately by one of the patrons. Not to mention you couldn't even dance on the dance floor because it was so packed. I'm not sure what the capacity of this place is but they were definitely over it that night.
So, no thanks. If you like the typical College Street bar/club, and you like Richmond Street, you'll love it here. Not my kinda place.