by ed m. on
As my review count ticks closer and closer to the century mark, it occurred to me that my reviews have gotten a little soft. I still get the occasional death threat (Yo! Venice Glassworks!) and vows of litigation (Hello, Union Trust!), but my favorite reviews to write will always be places that piss me off (I love to hate the Terrace, so so much).... So it's time to get out the Long Knives. And this place is too perfect and deserving and in bad need of some truth. Fluid makes me sleepy and feel pity for my hometown. My hazy memories take me back to when my friend got in a fight here with a famous, but painfully mediocre Philly rapper from a well known group that frequents this spot. Let's just call the rapper "BT". They were hanging out at the bar, the best of buddies in the world. Then BT started an argument about who's cannabis was higher quality. Seriously. It was just pathetic. So, this is where I left. Watching two grown ass men argue about who had the better weed...Then it got funnier! BT actually threw a punch... And here's where the funny gets deep and metaphorical...BT's worshippers jumped in like twenty deep. They swarmed and the one on one scrap became a pile of flying fists and feets. Here's the rub. As these clowns bum rushed to defend their high hero, my friend hit the floor and literally crawled out from under the massive pile of humanity. Right between their legs. It was Charlie Chaplin shit. So, this lynch mob of ass kissers and hangers on is throwing punches, kicks, cursing, yelling, literally pounding their chests...All to defend this minor Philebrity. Only problem is they weren't kicking anyone's ass except their own and each others'. None of them, not one, ever realized as we sat there at the bar finishing our drinks, watching them fight themselves. It was surreal. And that, my friends, is my metaphor for Philly nightlife of the past ten to twelve years. (One small coda - Extra star bc you may catch Jazzy Jeff here...And he deserves respect anywhere, always.)
by Champ M. on
Never in my life have I had my card charged 300 for a "holding fee". That's BS. I only spent 30 on my tab. And to top it off...I called the club to try to reverse this charge and it took over a week of leaving messages and finding people known by random alias's to reach the "bar manager". This is the shadiest club I've ever been to in Hollywood. And believe me, I've been to almost every club in Hollywood. (this was 3 years ago---didnt know rateclubs existed back then)
by Tonya Matusiewicz on
I love MJQ. We have always gone on Wednesday nights and it is just gritty and raw enough. You can wear whatever you want, which I appreciate, but your cellphone won't work down in that hole, so hopefully your friends have an established meeting spot. oh yeah, and try not to have to go to the bathroom while you are there. It is quite possibly the best dance club in Atlanta.