Farrah A.
Yelp
South Beach epitomizes "gay dance club." You've got: multiple levels, a laser light show, black lights, free glow in the dark necklaces, hot oiled-up bods in tighty whities and sneakers dancing on blocks, cutie bartenders (some straight), insanely loud music with DJs from across the country ... and restroom signs that say, "one person per stall." Holla.
I've never been to South Beach in Florida, but I can only assume this club is as wild as the town gets.
The last time I came here with my (straight) friend Tony, it was because his cousin (also straight) was working the bar, and I'm not one to deny free drinks--they just taste better. It was Thursday's Noche Latina Uncut, and a DJ from Miami was brought into town (The music was so good, I later snagged a cd from him.) After a few shots of "Sex on the South Beach," we made way to the packed dance floor where there was every type of person: gays, straights, transvestites, the "confused," thugs, hipsters, body builders, ladies and more. When things got too hot, South Beach unleashes the Liquid Ice Jets which instantly drop the temp 20 degrees; you literally can't see the person in front--or behind--you when that happens, so watch out!
I happened to find myself dancing with a French male flight attendant from Canada (not kidding) who claimed to be gay, but after a few sneaked in feelskies, I realized this wasn't true--that or he was just messing with me. Biting my bum was the last straw and I quickly turned to him, pointed my finger and scolded: "No! You are not gay!" and stormed off. Ahh, anything can happen at South Beach.
Besides the way I've seen management treat their staff, my only complaint is that they almost always have a cover, ranging from $10-$20. For a gal who can certainly ring up a bar tab, I'm not a fan of covers. However, they're open super late night (think 5am), so they gotta make their extra dough somehow. For those who are wondering, the dress code allows "anything from underwear and up," so enjoy the sea of eye candy.