Lexi A.
Yelp
TLDR YOUR PHONE WILL BE STOLEN IF YOU COME HERE.
0 stars isn't an option?? OK, let me begin with this: it was concerning to me how lackadaisical the bouncers were when "checking" ID. There were drunk minors/college kids under 21 yrs old GALORE. Atmosphere is terrible and drinks are disgusting, staff is rude and unwelcoming, and there's a bunch of bouncers who peaked in high school drunk on power trips. It was one big, disappointing frat party.
I am very vigilant about my phone--these thieves are professionals. This is an organized operation that clearly works out of this business for easy pickings. It was stolen from my (zipped shut) purse less than 5 minutes after we arrived. Immediately, I panic. The security could not care less and some were actually SHOOING me away when I politely approached them and asked. (And not to my surprise, the self-professed owner ALSO could not care less... more on this in a moment.)
As I'm waiting in the front courtyard for my boyfriend to return from a third sweep of the building, my sister pulls up my cell's location on "Find My." Location is turned off, last location: The Victorian. Yep, it was definitely stolen. I start tearing up, absolutely defeated. Another upset girl approached me who I guess overheard--she told me her phone was also stolen, and that her phone had been stolen there before. (Why she chose to come back to this hell hole is beyond me, but she was nice enough to console me and explained to me how this place is infamous for pickpocketing/getting roofied/etc.).
In short, I met the owner of the establishment as we were leaving. He was a shorter man dressed in what looked like his father's suit, ordering around the employees. I'm still at the tail end of my denial phase right now, so I figure I'd try my luck and ask him: "Excuse me sir, do you work here?" He proudly tells me with a smirk, nonchalantly, probably thinking he could pick me up or something: "I'm the owner." I proceed to explain that I lost my phone and ask if he knew of any lost cell phones or places where guests could potentially retrieve their lost items. He told me sorry as flatly as possible, that was it. Not really being empathetic about it, just saying sorry to save face & to get me out of his way. I then asked him: "Are you aware of the fact that this is a regular occurrence at your establishment?" No response, no acknowledgement. Before I know it, I'm immediately getting shooed away by his henchmen.
I recommend reading the other reviews on here too for more context on why this operation felt like an inside job. My advice is: do not come here for a good time. Just the worst experience I have ever had at a "club," in every single aspect... and the fact that my phone and all of my personal information being stolen was just the icing on top.