6804 Martins Mill Rd
Philadelphia, PA 19111
Philadelphia County
Phone: (215) 745-1700
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Erick J. on Such a disappointment. I had high hopes for this place and really wanted to like it. It seemed like a worthy try since it's close to the last train stop and I like taking the train to Philly. It would've been cool to have a nice black club to go to in Center City, but several factors made this place a fail. The first thing I noticed when I approached the building was the broken window and glass door. I just shrugged it off thinking maybe it had broken just recently and would take time to order replacements. The downstairs was okay, just a bar, few booths and a small TV, nothing special. Coat check was in the back and cost $2, overall the downstairs is "meh". Going upstairs is where the problems begin. The first thing I see is a tacky Heineken wallpaper in a tiny crawl space. Another issue some people will experience while using the stairs is the low threshold which you can hit your head on if you're over 6' tall (luckily I'm 5'9" so I just barely make it). Once you make it to the second floor you're greeted to a sorry excuse of a dance floor which is only about 15' x 15' (almost the same size as my bedroom!). To the right you'll find 2 bars and a few tables for bottle service. There didn't seem to be any care put towards the decor, it's like the owner pointed to the cheapest furniture and decorations in a catalog. Hell I could've bought better lighting from Spencers! The prices were what you would expect with mixed drinks running you $6. There was an open bar for an hour which is why this place managed 2 stars instead of 1. The third floor is half open deck (though the deck was covered by a tent with heat lamps) and half sun room. All the smokers were on the deck which had wrap around couches to sit and chat. The sun room had its' own bar and KOOL (cigarette company) couches accompanied with coffee tables for bottle service. My time here was lackluster. It was an alright crowd, an even mix of ladies and gents. This is a black club to the fullest as I can't recall seeing a single person of another race (not even Hispanic), so don't go looking for variety. People weren't dancing at all, they were just jostling one another on the crowded dance floor. The music was so weak that I can't even remember what was being played. As I mentioned earlier, they had open bar for an hour, but just before it ended there were literally NO bartenders to be found behind the counters for over 5 minutes. I think I left around midnight and headed home since it was freezing out and didn't feel like bar hopping. The only thing this place had going for it was the open bar. I've never had a spot chase me out of Philly until now. I might return one day when the weather is warmer only to get some free drinks to pregame with before heading out. Other than that you'll never catch me in this spot again.
by Lindsey K. on Unless all you want is a lot of flatscreen TVs to watch a game, do NOT come here. The food is crap and a ripoff, and the waitstaff is incompetent (I'll be generous and say at least for game day). My miserable experience started when I paid $9 for potato skins, and in return received 3 measly pieces on a cup of sour cream. For just a couple bucks more i could have gotten a side of fries fried in duck fat at a fancy restaurant (a million times more decadent and satisfying than that small pile of crap). I asked the waitress if the portions were always so small considering the mediocre burger and fries were only $1 more. She, of course, said yes and reasoned that the portion was justified because it was an appetizer. I wanted to scream, "THEN CHARGE LESS!" or "this is sports bar! give me MAN-SIZE PORTIONS!" i just muttered something unintelligible. she then asked me if i wanted anything else. I said "not anymore" (meaning i didn't want to get ripped off more than i already had). She got defensive and shot back, "What did you mean by that?" I once again muttered something unintelligible and "don't worry about it." On top of their overpriced frozen food fare that cost them pennies to buy and defrost, the waitstaff seemed eager to take away our plates and drinks before we were even finished w/ them. My friend had her half full soda glass snatched away before she could stop him. Another had her plate whisked away with 1/4 of her burger still on it. My friend and I picked up on their MO, and had to slam our hands down on the plate with a handfull of fries left on it before the waitor could take that too. You need to ask if we're finished before you take $5 worth of crumbs I just paid for else I think that you're trying to make me shell out even more $$$ to make up for the food/drink you just took away. one star for your flatscreens and mediocre beer selection (boddingtons, heineken, fat tire, sierra nevada, and the rest just gets worse from there) And you idiots spelled "karaoke" wrong on the picture of your marquee. "kereoke"??? More evidence that you guys are morons.
by Mitchel Wadel on I really really like this place. It's lively without being overcrowded. The music was good, the food was good, the drinks were reasonable, and I like that it feels really intimate. Like you are in your own secret world.
