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It's never fair or appropriate
to judge a place by your corporate holiday party. Those nights it's
neither typical nor representative of the typical crowd, music, etc.
After all, do you think this joint--what amounts to a relatively cheesy
dance club--would normally be filled with a bunch of young advertising
hipsters from Brooklyn (present company excluded, of course). I've
made these same assessments in the past (see Capitale
& Show)
and will continue to besmirch and elevate clubs that either don't
deserve to incur my wrath, or should be praised to the heavens. I'm
all about equal opportunity misinformation and libel. In any case,
this place already had a strike against it the moment we entered.
We waited in a line out in the cold and were summarily brought up
a twisting staircase that just spelled disaster for drunken smokers
later in the night. They instantly regained my love after inundating
us with passed hors d'oeuvres and parmesan breadsticks at the relatively
uncrowded bar. To add to my joy, and avoid some past faux pas that
I've seen at other drunken work debacles, they actually served a buffet
style dinner. Granted, there really weren't enough little sitting
things on which to squat with our china, but the stuff wasn't half
bad. All of this is probably completely irrelevant in this review,
as I'm sure they don't even normally serve a morsel of food on a regular
night. Otherwise the club itself is about what you'd expect--but with
lower ceilings. The place looks pretty good with its candlelight and
red and black theme, but the lighting is probably dark for a reason,
I think, as the decor, with its pleather benches and exposed brick
might be a little worse for wear in the bright light. Or maybe it's
to camouflage the usual crowd, who look to be rather "hard"--a
word some use to describe mostly woman who look remarkably older than
their years, usually brought on by too many cigarettes, too many late
nights and a nasty tanning habit. We did have fun dancing like idiots
and spilling drinks on their floor. It still surprises me that clubs
play music that I used to "spin" at my frat parties in college
back in the early nineties. You would have thought things would have
moved on since then, but apparently those tunes from '92 have become
classics of a sort. They did start letting in the locals (or not the
locals as the case may be), and there were a few too many plaid hats,
vests, platform shoes and Wonderbras. I still hate dance clubs, but
this place wasn't too bad when someone else is footing the bill, the
drinks are flowing and the crowd is familiar. [MF]
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