by Jeff J. on
In the dead of winter, they didn't have a coat check! WTF? I had to stand through the entire show with my coat in my hand. Also, the bartender misheard my order and wouldn't pour the right one. He argued that I said "black" and ginger instead of "jack" and ginger. I had to purchase a replacement drink. Unacceptable.
by Kat K. on
This review is specifically for DJ ROMEO COLOGNE and the Tuesday funk night. I could honestly care less about any other night at Star Bar. With a name like that, you KNOW he's funky. This man is brilliant on the turn tables. I dance the entire time, (taking breaks for drinks of course) and with enthusiasm. There's Stevie, Jackson 5....maybe disco shit thrown in....by the end of the night I am covered in sweat. And when you need a break from the dancefloor there's another bar downstairs with different music and an outdoor patio for smoke breaks. I have woken up many times the next morning with mystery bruises and sore muscles. I miss this night more than anything else in ATL. And I'm never going to find an apt replacement.
by Ashton Wischner on
Okay, okay, so blame me-whip me-tie me to the stake, I had my share of attending several parties/dance/releases here during my sad days of club crawling. The Brazilian night had fun music and I was always on the guest list, so there was never any charge for me and my three friends. But, I can attest to this: Mardi Gras was a night I remembered vividly, because someone kissed me in the middle of the dancing throng of wild movements, loud rhythmic music, and in a moment of frenzied release, it was as if the world stopped. Then my friends dragged me back to reality, and I left, with sore feet from too much dancing. Would I go back? Probably not. Sounds/looks a little greasy. But I had fun then. Now, I feel too old. And about the guy........no comment. (^_^)