by Alice W. on
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Saw a drunk girl fall down spilling her purse contents in front of security personnel. He just watched as she laid on her back intoxicated without helping. Only when she fell into another girl creating an altercation 5 mins later did security finally escort the disoriented, helpless girl out the venue. Seems to attract wannabe 5 foot 3 male Asian thugs in the ratio of at least 4 males to one female. If you lean against the stage, security will annoyingly harass you to stand. Male or female. No seats for a dancing respite. This is the most puzzling aspect of the place. Couldn't find a logical reason why they enforce this so adamantly. They allow girls from the audience to dance on their stage for a few songs and shoo them away. The vast, large stage has the DJ setup at least 8 feet away from the front of the stage free from anyone! But as soon you dance near, sit near, lean on the stage expect to be confronted with a flashlight in your face like an Officer's DUI Test. Never wrote a review for any venue but was so annoyed at this place, needed to vent my frustration. Lost my business. No cover or drink tabs from me again. If you disagree...attend and find out for yourself.
by Phil M. on
If I told you that there were models swinging from the ceiling on giant gossamer scarves, would you believe me? Hunkered in the bowels of the Maritime hotel, Hiro is a Japanese-themed nightclub with a wooden milieu. I mean wooden literally --- the walls and ceilings are made curved dark- wood rails, providing not only a warm atmosphere, but a symmetrical (and appropriately nautical) one. There are two levels---the downstairs area is home to tables, a couple of bars, and an open central area with comfortable seating. This is the area reserved for those feeling the music, as well as the effects of any recreational pharmaceuticals recently ingested. The upstairs is more compact, with booths and plenty of space around the bar to talk with friends. And the aforementioned swinging adds a certain something (what's Japanese for je ne sais quoi?) to the environment. When you walk into a place, and there are attractive women literally dangling from the rafters, it makes it a little easier to pay $7 for a beer. Also hanging from said ceilings are traditional Japanese paper lanterns, bedecked with a variety of Japanese characters. The soft lighting adds a warmth that's missing from other clubs. I don't often make it to clubs, but if asked, I would definitely recommend Hiro to anyone.