Steph C.
Yelp
The Room appears to be A Thing in the Westside nightlife scene. I went out with a group of people on Saturday night--most of them younger and livelier than I am--and The Room loomed on the horizon like some kind of drunkard's promise land, the White Castle to our Harolds and Kumars. We all met up to pre-game and the chief concern was whether we'd be too late to get into The Room. When we arrived around 10:30, there was a Splash Mountain level line. We waited in this line for a while, despite the cold, before giving up and going to the bar next door, to my great relief.
We spent two hours at the Chestnut Club, and during that time, the dream of The Room was kept alive by repeated wistful references. My friends who'd been to The Room spoke of its great music and dirty floors--there'd been talk, earlier in the night, of only wearing shoes that could suffer some damage. None of this made me particularly curious--I do not like crowded bars with spilled drinks and dancing--but I knew, of course, that we'd end up there. In Santa Monica, I guess, all roads lead to The Room.
Matt B. and I were crashing and missing our dogs at around 12:30 when Melissa K. and Esther A. decided it was time. We went with them out of a combination of sociability and sheer curiosity. Thankfully, the line had disappeared, the mass of humanity absorbed into the dim bowels of the bar, which was underground, stepped down from the parking lot.
We went to join the crowd--we were in The Room. It was not nearly as grimy as I'd expected, the decor rather fancy, actually, with curtains and chandeliers; maybe it was Santa Monica grungy, like I could see it working as the venue for a swingers party. It was crowded and loud, but not intensely unpleasant. Matt and I didn't get a drink, though, and we left after about ten minutes.
Now that I know what it's all about, I doubt I'll have cause to go back to The Room. It's not a bad place, but it doesn't quite fit my current lifestyle, which involves drinking in calm places and never waiting in line. If you're a young, fun-loving Westsider, though, The Room is clearly the spot for you. Enjoy yourself. Don't drink and drive.