by HowieHardcor e. on
I begrudgingly went one Sunday. Dragged, almost completely against my will by a friend who gave me the very hard sell. Once I got there all resistance melted immediately. This was the place! I don't know why... was it the lighting? the color of the spartan bathroom? the intimate size? the relaxed, cheerful bartender? Later we got roped into playing trivia, which I'm glad happened. It was funny and entertaining and got the whole place partying. Later I texted a friend and said "I've found the perfect bar, it's called Koko's" She wrote me right back "I know, we're headed there right now." ...weird!
by Deidra Sigman on
I'm sorry Edison. I'm sorry guy at the door (for calling you Buddy Holly). I'm sorry bartender guy, but to be fair...you started me off with the Buffalo Trace. I'm sorry management. According to my friends, you were cool as a cucumber. They said that they don't know how I wasn't kicked out, but you were very nice to everyone in my party. I'm sorry random people who may have been around me. I'm sorry to my party who had to deal with my belligerence. Okay, now that I got that out of the way. Edison, what can I say? Your little fairies walking around served up my demise. After shots from the little vials of your sweet elixir, I was no longer myself. This has only happened to me once before. It was when I had the real absinthe at a friend's house. This leads me to believe that you must've been handing me the real thing. The mixture of this, the Buffalo Trace, and whatever else my B Day party was throwing my way sent me over the deep end. The interior of this place is beautiful, and exquisite. As one steps down the stairs, they are transported to another time, where social clubs were attended by society's elites, and being classy was of extreme importance. The jazz clubs were the Bee's Knees! If I'm ever allowed to return, I'd be glad to come back. I don't remember much about my visit. I hope they took my (guy not to let in) picture down.
by Jeffie Hetzel on
If you want to pay $30 to even get into to this crap club then go for it. If you're on the guest list and still have to wait an hour and pay $20 to get in then by all means you wait in that line. If you want to be violated and have your wallet looked through by the purse-checker then this place is for you! If you want to wait in three separate lines to just get into the club then have fun! If you want strange really creepy men to come up behind you and start grinding their business again your ass then enjoy! If you want to be rudely kicked out of a club and have your private property stolen from you then it's definitely the place for it. If you want to have any fun at all for a night, don't go here.