by Jane K. on
Came here for their NYE event and I had the best time ever. The venue itself was very spacious and well air-conditioned, accommodating the sweaty dancers all over the place. Their outdoor patio (with a full bar, cabanas and decorated trees!!) was awesome for some peace and quiet. I really liked the dance floor because it was a lot larger than most of the venues in Hollywood, and there were multiple areas where you could just sit down and take a break. The sound system was awesome, blasting good mix of music throughout the night. Another plus was their efficient line. We got into the club within 5 minutes upon arrival.
by Devon F. on
Three things prevent this from being a zero star review: a) I came with my best friend as well as some good guy friends. Sometimes the company you keep can tilt the scale just enough towards the positive. b) The music was decent and the DJ knew his stuff. c) Rateclub won't let me give less than one star (I know we're in the middle of a recession and charity cases are the popular thing right now, but really?) Other than that, this place is awful. Hands down the worst bar/lounge/club/clusterfuck in the city. Needlessly high cover ($10) for an abysmally under-decorated club. Needlessly high cost of drinks ($9 for a vodka redbull). Lots of skeevy guys playing games of assgrab. No crowd control AT ALL. It went from five people at 10 PM to three hundred people by 10:30. It's the last one that really ruins this place. Too many people means waiting inordinate amounts of times for drinks and then subsequently, waiting half an hour to close my tab. It also means that there are so many people in the club that there's a permanent line of twenty women for the bathroom. It also means that there are just too. many. people. on. the. dance. floor. I especially enjoyed when some drunk girl being molested by a guy with too much gel in his hair inadvertently stabbed me in the foot with her stiletto. It is no fun whatsoever to be bleeding all over the place because the webbing between your toes has been ripped away, and it's even less fun when you have to fight with the hordes of people to get any sort of material to stop the bleeding. And let's be honest, when Mr. Keith Charles F. decides that the female talent can't save a bar like this, you know it's in trouble. 330 Ritch is really like a one night stand with the hot toolshed of a frat boy from college. It SEEMS like a good idea, but he's just a mess and can't get it up and you wind up frustrated. (And don't worry, ladies, that guy is at this bar and will try to hit on you.)