by Irma E. on
Talk about jam-packed sardine sweaty souls smoking it outside while the men all gawk at the female gender. Despite their coke bottle vision having achieved several attempts to feed a frenzy as if it's this man's last piece of meat on earth comes to no surprise here. ...meh But, with all of that aside, this place is pretty decent. Newly remodeled and renovated. This place used to be The Conga Room. Made up nicely and a "Mile High Club'' to add to the ambiance. Who wouldn't want to dare try. Enter here, take a sip, let it sink in and enjoy the music. This place screams, "sure why not?" Nothing fancy about it and nothing more. But sure is a great place if you're in the area. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ 3/5 Ambiance - The mood, character, quality, tone, atmosphere. 3/5 Service - Helpful, accommodating, efficient, delivery and speed? 3/5 Food / Merchandise - Quality, taste, presentation. 3/5 Price - Reasonable, inexpensive, high priced? (Based on Irma's review rating rubric - http://static.px.rateclubs....)
by Ulysses Gallego on
Fuck this place. When my friend told me she promised her girlfriend we were going here, I begged and pleaded not to go. Sure, I had never been before but I could already foresee it was going to be a horrible and awful night. No, it was worse. It was a fucking nightmare. First of all, $10 valet upon entering? You're next to a fucking In N Out in fucking Glendale. Then I witnessed the first bouncer telling some normal dudes it was a strict dress code. Whatever, they were dressed fine. Plus, it was after midnight. They tried to ignore us for a while even though there was no one in line. I gave them them an annoyed look and they finally let us in only we encountered a lame door person who said the guest list was closed. She wanted $20 each. Fuck this shit. I was already itching to walk despite the fact I just paid $10 to valet in fucking Glendale. We called the promoter who walked us inside. The promoter walked us to our table and my friend asked me to hook her up with some Grey Goose from the table. I looked at her funny, "um, you mean this Armenian vodka from North Hollywood?" Yeah, that's right, bitches! You get some unknown vodka for bottle service which listed as one of its ingredients "partially hydrogenated skim milk." What the fuck is this shit now? I made her get me a drink from the bar since this was all her fault I was even here. But then it got even uglier. My friend wanted to close out immediately but the bartender "lost" her card for 20 minutes. He argued with her that he already closed the tab. I was increasingly getting even more furious if that was possible. I was about ready to launch myself over the bar when he "found" her card in his back fucking pocket. That's right, bitches, he was going to steal her card. I cannot even explain his actions and he refused to apologize. He actually had the fucking nerve to tell me off! He asked if I never made a mistake before. When I demanded his name, he said, "MR. ASSHOLE." Oh, I already know that's what you are, honey. But I asked you for your fucking name. Guess what? He didn't tell me. He claimed he comped our drinks but of course he didn't. Yeah, MR. ASSHOLE, you're SO NICE! I stalked off and we prepared to exit the club as it was beyond ridiculous now. But no, they wouldn't let us leave. Oh yeah, there was some sort of incident going on outside the doors and they were holding people. I started screaming about fire codes and how I was going to call the fire marshal. Yeah, I was pissed off and ready to kick ass. Which was probably not to a good frame of mind to be when I was hit on FOUR times by creepy guys. #1- "hey, hey, HEY! Don't be shy." Me- not amused. I kept walking. #2- Guy grabs me into a bad dance move that made me long for the days of a good ol' Chicken dance #3- Guy thumps me on the back repeatedly like I'm choking or something. Um yeah, dude, I'm about to throw up because this club sucks so much but really, stop with the beating. #4- JUST LAME. I don't even want to think about how ridiculous his lines were. "I saw these two hot girls and had to come right over." Oy. And then when they finally did let us leave, valet was a damn nightmare. I am so ready to blow Minx up except it's not even worth the trouble. I'm holding my friend to her word she's going to break up with her girlfriend if her girlfriend says this place was cool. No amount of Patron shots is worth it (if it was even fucking Patron. It probably was some unknown tequila containing partially hydrogenated ass.) I'll say it again. FUCK THIS PLACE.