Sheldon H.
Yelp
I tried to go here after the club closed at 2 AM that my friends and I were hanging out at. We stood in line forever, and were finally reaching (near) the door when I felt my foot kick something. It was an empty PLASTIC Ocean Spray bottle that someone had left on the sidewalk. It bumped the foot of a fat-buff (you know the type) guy standing on the other side of the rope barrier. He looked up at me like I'd slapped his mother. I said, "Oops. That was an accident." He said coldly, "Pick it up." I said, "Oh no, that's not mine. I just accidentally kicked it as the line moved." Again, he said, "Pick it up." I felt like a prisoner on a chain gang, being abused simply because the guard was bored.
I said, "Fuck that. It's somebody else's trash." He opened the barrier rope and said, "Fuck that? Fuck YOU! Get out of the line," and then he grabbed me by the waist and shoved me out of the line. I couldn't believe it!
My friend behind me (who's Hispanic, bald, and covered in tattoos) said, "Why you gotta do that? Cuz he won't pick up trash?" Then the guy opened the barricade rope again and ASKED him (too scared to grab, or is that reserved for older White guys) if he wanted to leave the line. (I guess HE got a choice?) My friend left the line with me, of course.
So, I can't tell you what the club is like. I can only tell you that their "security" is apparently asshole central.