Doryan R.
Yelp
The decor looks like a Burning Man-style dust storm hit an early 1900s town, blowing out windows and leaving everything not blown away covered in a layer of stark white that just will not come off. It works mostly, but it seems a little cavernous for that particular look. That being said, the decor is one of the things I really like about this place.
The service and drinks are the other. The bartenders were all really helpful and friendly. Actually, even the sound guy was really helpful.
So why 2 stars? Well, I'm not sure exactly who to blame here, because they won't return my calls or emails, so let's just say management.
My band split the bill with some other performers a few weeks ago, and we agreed that we'd split the door. Sounds fair. We also had to pay the sound guy from the door. No problem. He deserves it, because he was great.
The day of the show, I get a call from the other group saying the venue wants us there to start earlier, so they can start letting people from Barbarella in for free earlier. I'm sorry, you want to change the time of the show that we've been promoting for weeks on the DAY OF the show? No.
In any case, everything is worked out, or so I'm told. I'm also told they don't think they're going to do shows here anymore. Lord knows what they're going to do with that nice stage.
The first show happens, and it's great. We get set up and have a great time performing. The bartenders like us, the sound guy says he's impressed. A nice drunk girl dances my girlfriend right into a radiator...twice. Y'know, a good show.
Even better, I notice quite a few people coming in and hanging out to hear our music. Sweet! We'll have some money to put in the band fund.
Except that we don't. As we loaded up in the rain and had to drive off, the rest of the band forgot to get the money. No worries, I can swing back by there in a couple days.
"Hey, we performed here a few days ago, and I was trying to find our cut from the door."
"Oh, you need to talk to the manager. I don't know where she is. Maybe talk to the bartender."
"Hey bartender!"
"Hey you're the guy from (insert band name here) the other night! That was fun!"
"Thanks! We had a great time! But my guys didn't pick up the money. Who do I talk to about that?"
"Hm. I guess the manager, but I don't know where she is. Plus, I don't think there's any money. Or it all went to the sound guy."
"Oooook. Can you have them give me a call or shoot me an email to explain this to me? I know that at least 30 people came through while we played, plus the fans we brought with us, so at $7 each, we should have something."
"Yeah, that doesn't sound right. Let me get your info. I'll make sure they get back to you."
"Thanks! I just want to know what happened to it."
So, after emails, phone calls, and stopping by with no response whatsoever, I still can't even find out how all those people made it in and (supposedly) paid a cover, the sound guy was paid half from the other group, and there's still no money at all for us. I call that bad form.