by Norris Diliberto on Classy looking place but looks are deceiving. Music had its good moments and bad moments. Seating on the dance floor is incredibly lame and someone needs to deal with that immediately! The night gets progressively worse. If you are in the 21-25 age range this may be your place. Friday night was all Asians with a couple of speckles of color. Something magical happens around 3am. There is so much broken glass on the floor and everyone is drunk off their asses and full on humping and making out on the dance floor. DIS-GUSTING. Get me out of here!!
by Boyd Carden on HALF-ASSED Nasty and bitchy barmaid. The night I went the doorman was a guy with long hair, showed respect. Cool. I just don't like being served by a bitch. Learn customer service people. They act like it's a big VIP joint, but it's a little nothing bar trying to be a fancy nightclub.
by Mikey U. on I wandered through the Kimball Natural History Museum, wistfully bounding from static diorama to diorama until I paused in front of the penguin habitat... "Whoa! They're alive! They're real! That's cute!" And there I stood, amused with the waddle-step-waddle-step-dive-swim-shimmy-repeat of African penguins as a nearby DJ spun a groovy thread of music and the beer cup in my hand got ever ever emptier. Display to display, my alcohol-tilted gaze tracking to and fro, I tried as best as I could to absorb the litany of scientific information; video, audio, imagery, art, text, texture... from Darwinist Evolutionary Theory to the ominous environmental impact of humanities' carbon footprint. Science and pertinence seeped into my conscience while drank flowed in my system. In the popular and oft-crowded downstairs Steinhart Aquarium, an alien landscape opens itself up for all to see. Just inches of glass keeping two very different worlds apart. Jellyfish in illuminated displays. The underwater walkway beneath the Amazon Basin. The 200,000+ gallon Philippine Coral Reef. On any given Nightlife, this is where I'll spend most of my time wandering about or watching in awe as beautiful creatures drift through a not-so-ethereal space, mesmerized in aimlessness. But perhaps my favorite display of any evening at the Museum? Pretty, free-spirited and whimsical granola girls dancing possessed like music was soul-saving magic and stillness a curse. _______________________ Girl. Could. MOVE! And cared less who watched. THAT'S Nightlife.
