by Linda W. on
We partied like rockstars on a Friday night! Absolute blast at the club with non-stop top hits. Special Appearance by David Guetta after 1AM. The line was incredibly long...it reached to the end of Collins Ave. Luckily, we were able to skip ahead to the VIP list (thanks to Chelsea). Cover charge is normally $25+. And dress code is strictly applied for majority of the nightclubs in Miami Beach. This club was made famous by the likes of Mickey Rourke, Mike Jagger, Britney Spears, Prince..and even parties hosted for for Diddy's MTV Music Awards party. The decor is magnificent from the sweeping staircase to the main stage to crystal chandeliers and vintage mirrors. The bar is clad around towering pillars and gorgeous seating in the lounge area. Drinks are pricey. However, for groups...the VIP tables are a MUST! You might find yourself in the company of new friends. The waitstaff will attend to all of your requests to make sure you're perfectly comfortable. Make sure it's on one of your top list on your stop to Miami Beach!
by Zinat M. on
This place has stood the test of time. That says IT right there. Everyone else's reviews are just. Cover is $5 no more than $10ish, but the music and dance are serious. Be prepared for a packed house on wknds. Hip hop heads.. this one's for us.
by Chelsea P. on
Waited in line for over an hour with some buddies. We probably moved roughly 10-15 feet in that span of time. Mind you we started in the back of the line and made it to the middle-front because of other people we knew. I don't care much if it was Jay'Z's DJ that was there that night, what I do care about is letting people in and getting it close to capacity. So, I actually never got inside, especially after arriving at 10. My friends and I gave up and hit up Sloane instead. My other friends that waited it out and eventually got in said the place wasn't even close to packed, that there was plenty of walking room. Stupid. this club stupid. Other notes: It's hipster/hypebeast central out here. In other words, hella Filipinos/Vietnamese/some sort of Asian wearing skinny jeans, Nikes (flats or boots for the ladies), and some sort of plaid/flannel top. hate to stereotype but it is what it is. Parking ain't so bad to get though.
by Terrilyn Vandeman on
ORIGNINAL REVIEW: "What is it about gay men and western-themed dive bars? Something about this place made me scared, very scared, so I ran to the western-themed dive bar across the street for my breakfast drink. There is a lot going on here. DJs, VJs, multiple pool tables, pinball machines, fireplace, smoking deck, wifi, all-night happy hour on mondays, special events, a screwball Christmas pageant, a softball team. Christmas lights, rope lights, cutout wooden cactuses, wagon wheels. Even got a review in Frommers. Queer friendly, straight friendly, for all I know they might even let Republicans in. But why oh why does it feel like a stage set for "scared sober?" -- you know, the imaginary show that begins every week, "These men once had a life. They were your stockbrokers, police, lawyers, hairdressers. They could even have been you at a younger age. Now they are all here. Here in. . . the alkie zone." Oh, it's also open from 6am every morning, which might explain it." UPDATE: So on a recent 6-8 AM Saturday I sat at the bar, quietly enjoying my Onion Magazine and bloody mary, and I saw: 1) the aftermath of a game of strip pool, nameless gay guys prancing about the floor half-trying to restore their shirts as morning sunlight broke into distant windows 2) random influential old men in town, and 3) a naked flaccid but rather buff guy dancing on the bartop on a dare. Being not so queer myself I related stories of old girlfriends from Wisonsin, and had a great time comparing notes with the guys about American tregionalism. You betycha. Had conversations with a friendly but sober bartender about: farmers' markets, seasonality of fruit, difference between camp and cheese in bar decor. After the latter I noticed giant illuminated gummy bears on a ceiling beam. They share ownership with a not-so-gay breakfsast joint next door. Chef shows up at 7:00AM with an attitude and a meat thermometer clipped into his shirt. You feel the love.