Marlissa C.
Yelp
Last night was literally one of the most perplexing experiences I've ever had. And what's sad - it was over parking. My friends and I arrived, found a parking spot and were promptly told that we were not allowed to park in THAT spot because we would be blocking another car in. When we inquired about a spot right next to the first, we were told that THAT spot was also out of the question because we'd be blocking ANOTHER car in. Now, for context, there were certainly other cars parked in tandem in the same manner we were attempting to. So, not necessarily understanding the parking attendant's logic, we complied anyway and found a spot on the street where other cars were parked - a street lacking ANY signage mandating anything concerning parking. Looking in my rear view mirror, I see the same attendant approaching my car, only for him to tell us that we also couldn't park THERE. When we inquired as to why, we were told it was because the neighbors had complained about patrons parking on the street and the alleged littering that was a consequence of said patron parking. As we were in the middle a second discussion with the parking attendant about a THIRD parking spot, we watched two cars pull up, park, and several men exit and walk towards the entrance with no push back from the attendant. Overhearing the escalating debate with parking attendant, the incoming patrons even noticed the discrepancy and tried to convince my friends and I to park elsewhere because they feared the attendant would have us towed if we stayed parked on that street - the same street that had NO signage and that we'd literally watched others park on. The parking attendant also made sure, at this point, to call out to the front door bouncer to let him know that if we were unwilling to move from that street parking spot, we were not to be let into the club.
Now, I know you're thinking "damn, y'all REALLY wanted to get up in Marty's!" And I mean, touché, because at this point, I'm ALSO unsure why we didn't just hang it up. But I guess we were craving a healthy dose of overpriced drinks and boundary crossing bouncers, because we gave it ANOTHER try.
Circling the block gave us the much needed time to vent, cuss, and shake it off. We found a brand spanking new parking spot, free from threat of towing and took the walk from around the corner, back to the club.
As soon as we walked up, we noticed that a car was backing into the FIRST spot we were told was off limits because we'd be blocking another car in. So, as any good-sense citizen would, we inquired as to what the difference was. The parking attendant had no answer. Deer in headlights. So, enter the driver of the favored car, whose Big T chain was really the star of the show, who decided to explain to us that it probably had something to do with the "size of the car", continuing the mediocrity of his argument by adding that "some cars are bigger than others". Bored, I let him know that I also drove a compact sedan, because WHAT?! Now we are ready to speak to a manager, because, well, who wouldn't be?
One friend enters the club, as she knows someone in management. Myself and the other friend stay outside debating the parking attendant and the Big T chain crew. After a few moments, we enter the front door, looking for our friend who'd gone to speak to management, only to be met by a host, a man who I assume was the owner, and two members of the security team, one of whom is the same bouncer who was told not to let us in if we refused to move off the street.
Before I knew it, we're in a shouting match with security and within seconds, I'm being grabbed by the male bouncer, prompting my male friend to intervene. The other security guard, who was female, took over and began to force me out of the door, prompting me to defend myself.
I see red. I go blank. I gotta go. Because at this point, I've worked too hard to end up in somebody's jail, losing all the things I've built because of a single moment. And to be honest, I'm not built that way. Prison isn't really my thing and I really don't wanna be anyone's b**ch. But I digress.
So, after being manhandled by security, the man that I presume was the owner walks out with the Big T chain crew, as if he's going to rectify the situation. He doesn't. Instead he hops in the car with them, for what I assume was a circle around the block to appease the optics. Long story short, this place isn't for anyone who refuses to be talked to crazy and disrespected. This is not my first rodeo at Marty's either. The security staff has been problematic and disrespectful, ESPECIALLY towards women. I suggest that if you have any morsel of self-respect, govern yourself accordingly and stay away.
