by Kyle S. on I think they've had the same keg of Guinness each time I've been here, at a few months apart each time. Certainly tasted that way tonight. I didn't have quite the $6 (ow) it cost for what came to be a sour glass of beer, maybe $5.40. The same bartender I tipped earlier for my $9 (ow) vodka red bull (badly made) nigh spat at me that it wasn't enough, and pointed me to the ATM. I was shy the total, fine, don't be a dick about it. ATM'll cost you $3 in transaction fees. Sound guy does two things: makes it loud, and cranks the medium-low end. It's boomy, but lacks any finesse, or that body shaking bass. C'mon, do what a big sound system does best if you can't have clarity in the higher register - make me jump when I'm standing still. There's no chill out lounge or the like to sit and actually talk in, you just gotta go outside and put up with the cigarette smoke and cold. You can't strike up conversation with strangers inside here (assuming any of the gawff kids would give you the time of day - but that's besides the venue itself), let alone people you're personable to already. I've only ever been to DNA for industrial shows and the like, so with the other event nights YMMV. Least tickets themselves are pretty cheap.
by Hiram Boatner on this place is your typical hollywood club with a pretentious crowd--everyone is a wannabe model, actor, writer, producer, billionaire, or whatever. if you really want to get in, try to get a hold of a promoter beforehand. otherwise, unless you've got fake boobies or a horrible orange tan, you won't get in. it's even more difficult to get in if you come with guys, unless, you have a table reservation--which is crazy expensive! opera is a club that is connected to the lounge crimson. the interior is nice with lots of plush couches surrounding the dance floor. the music there is an odd mix of house, 80's rock, and top 40. don't bother requesting anything, the dj never plays what you want. the last time i went there, i was stalked by this creepy guy who was successful off of some sort of application for the iphone. he went ahead and googled himself on his iphone to prove who he was. he also pulled up his app so i could play it. i only played the game to be polite. his pick-up line was pretty amazing, "you're not a gold digger, are you? i can tell that you're not." i'm not, but i'm not sure how he deduced that by simply looking at me. he also somehow popped my contact out of my eye (which i have never had ANYONE do to me in a club!). i only managed to lose him by saying that i was going to the ladies room and instead made a quick dash for the exit. there are parking lots right around the corner from the club, or even across the street for $20, i think. valet is $20 too, so you might as well just valet.
