6217 Morganford Road
Saint Louis, MO 63116
Saint Louis City County
Phone: (314) 352-4465
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by Pam S. on Although my rockin' bod and beautiful skin would lead you to believe otherwise, I'm kind of old. Not PoliGrip/Depends/Metamucil old, but I'm getting up there in years. I go to bed early. I take my vitamins. I exercise on a regular basis- and I'm not talking about doubles tennis or shuffleboard. Or even golf with a fancy argyle sweater. I watch Murder She Wrote reruns. Actually, I was just kidding about the last one. I actually watch 60 Minutes to see if Andy Rooney's eyebrows really will take over his face. Even though you may say that all the above does not make me old, my increased abhorrence of really loud nightclubs will lead you in that direction. I used to work in a nightclub- as a cocktail waitress and bartender. I used to have to shout to be heard, had to walk by speakers that made my head vibrate, had more drinks spilled on me than I could possibly count, as well as being fondled by drunken men who did not buy me dinner first. I've had my fill of nightclubs. I like music (just not too loud), I like my space (please do not step on my pretty toes), and I like to be able to talk to my friends (probably about you and what you are wearing). Apparently brunch at Lime is an institution. When the Gregor and Bobby P invited me along to be the only straight in a gaggle of 2 gays and a hot lesbian, I obliged. I had heard of this place, and wanted to check it out. Bottomless mimosas and the fact that it was in the Castro was the icing on a delicious homosexual cake. When we entered, I was immediately carded. Carded? At noon? Apparently my good looks were evident, so although it seemed weird, I was happy to oblige. Then...we stood there. Apparently they won't seat you unless your entire party is there, which is understandable, but the amount of not-quite-complete parties milling about got a little extreme. You couldn't move to save your life, and you couldn't tell your friends you were moving an inch to the left to avoid the short, fat troll with a horrible choice in hair color and even worse choice in clothes (leopard print is not ALWAYS flattering), and to get to the bar? A nightmare. Thankfully Bobby P is hot and was able to maneuver his way through. We didn't have to wait that long, and were seated right near a high traffic area- which was good for people watching. The decor is interesting- it's like what you would get if you were reenacting a Sex and the City episode. Except with cheaper shoes. The food was okay, not stellar, but good overall. They did let me substitute the canadian bacon for regular bacon on the Eggs Benedict, which was a plus. The home fries were mediocre. All in all, not a bad place, but I wouldn't HAVE to go anytime soon. Unless I wanted to feel inadequate as a human being and/or wanted to be bathed in pink light. Unless, of course, The Gregor and Bobby P summoned me, because I would go ANYWHERE for them.
by Nathalie Oz on On the night I came, there was a dancer in some of sort of bikini spinning a hula hoop around the whole night ... I think that tells you a lot about what this place is like. House/trance/something music. I actually liked the art that was on display quite a bit. And I do like the space / layout of the main dance room, mostly that there was quite a bit of space to roam.
by Lucky M. on I've been to the endup maybe three times since I've moved back to the bay. It's a dank place but a place where ppl end up after all the clubs has closed hence the name. You will only find me at this place when I have to come, I don't want to get into details why I'd have to be at the endup, I jus am. The endup plays decent music and sometimes the DJ sucks. The bartenders are pretty nice but it all depends when you catch them in their mood swings. They make really good drinks and are always super strong. If you end up at the endup on the 4th Saturday of the month, maybe just maybe you'll see me!
