If you are a dull cheapskate then this is the place for you. The upstairs area has rank and file SF wannabe hipsters slouching around. It reminded me of every bar I walked into during college. Dirty and shabby, both the place and the people.
Then you descend into the stinky, sweaty, soaking, humid cesspool that is the dance club. Down there they play the usual humdrum, boring, outdated, clichéd techno turntable nonsense. Frankly, I thought all that musical rubbish died some time ago. The dj's need to pay a visit to NYC or London to see that the world of electronica has progressed beyond 1991.
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