Two nights ago my boyfriend and I strolled on over to check out The Beatrice Inn ( 285 W. 12th St., nr. W. 4th St) and were denied entrance on account of a private party.
We continued our quest for the nightlife by walking over to the former Salon, a spacious 2 level spot we frequented to dance drunkenly to "Louie Louie" and the Supremes with New York City's bohemian (read: trustafarian) youth.
Now, Salon is Socialista(505 West St between Jane and Horatio, 212-929-4303) a Cuban themed club. According to Urban Daddy "Socialista is your chance to live and lounge like the common folk of Havana circa 1940." Former Bungalow 8 owner, Armin Amiri says his space will serve only those celebs "who don’t want their asses kissed." Yea right. On the night that we went for a taste of socialism, we were flat out rejected by a skinny tie sporting faux european standing in front of an empty sidewalk while another couple, presumably older and richer, but not hotter was escorted in quickly as they came up right behind us. "Not tonight guys" said the bouncer! But I thought everyone was equal! The shutters on the Socialista facade looked authentic, (apparently it cost $2 million to revamp this place with a "colonial-architecture-in-decay" look) but I could hear no music, even from right outside the door.
What kind of a place was this anyway? My boyfriend told me that last time he came here a midget named Anthony was working the door! But alas, this euro trash asshole was not letting us in and refused to explain himself any further. We walked home feeling slightly defeated but also pondering the idea that New York City is filled with tons of options! Perhaps its better that there remain some places which are shrouded in mystery. If not, we would be jaded, unappreciative, club sluts!
No matter whether you can brush off the rejection or you want to stick your stilletto up a bouncer's ass and demand to be let in, exclusivity never really facilitates a good vibe-- the key to enjoying nights out on the town. In search of some relief from fancy folks, last night we set out again; this time on the Lower East Side. First, we enjoyed some free vodka drinks at the open bar at Home Sweet Home (131 Chrystie St) a basement bar and dance hall filled with taxidermy, hipsters, great music and a delightfully relaxed door policy. Continuing the buzz, we skipped over to Fontana's (105 Eldridge St. between Broome and Grand) and relaxed in the plush red banquettes while admiring the 1950's style pop art. Finally, on the way home we were greeted by a bouncer in front of Happy Endings (302 Broome Street) who asked if we were lost. " The party's in here" he grinned happily, ushering us past the red velvet rope. Now, that is what I call good old fashioned New York City hospitality.
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Everywhere i turn online ppl are buzzing about wack socialista. As I said earlier on asmallworld, it was way cooler when as measely juniors in college we could cab it down the west side highway, walk immediately inside (look mom, no bouncers!) and grab cheap drinks with our friends while either dancing to the Supremes downstairs or poplocking to Dipset upstairs. Still, even in those glory days, we would knock the place for being a hideaway for highschool seniors.
Exclusivity - such a conundrum for young, poor, partygoers like me at least. Without it, we might as well be partying with our brethern (ok, mine) in Philly or DC. With it, we can only fantasize about the Cuban jazz band and the $18 mojito from the sidewalk - or, revel in the fact that we are made it in the "in" crowd on the nights we actually talk our way past the rope.
right? who wants to hang out in a Cuban club with a bunch of old men? I could do that for free on 181st st. This exclusivity is going to be the demise of NYC, just look at the rent hikes! All the cool poor people are being forced out by nasty, clueless, snobs who work all the time and have no time to be cool and creative.
bottom line is if you want to get in here get a job in the entertainment industry or do something cool with yourself instead of writing about why you can't get into places. This place is amazing, the drinks and the food are amazing, the regular DJ plays some of the best music I have ever heard in new york and the women are incredible... too bad none of you will ever know what im talking about.
ok, anonymous guy who probably is ugly and works at a bank. You almost peed your pants trying to get into this club the one or two times you´ve been or you had your ugly fat girl friend who works in PR get you in. And not a single woman in there talked to you. That is why you are writing on a blog for 20 something girls.
indeed!
Anonymous #3 is exactly the problem with NYC nightlife. Who wants to party with a bunch of losers with superiority complexes? Furthermore, getting a job in the entertainment industry in order to boost your chances at the red velvet rope? Lame. I would hope there are more important things in life than getting past a midget bouncer on a Thursday night. We certainly think so.
how absurd and inappropriate to call such an elitist club "socialista"..and ps the mojito was una mierda....the only highlight was the pretentious midget eyeing everyone up and down...or should I say mostly up...this is disneyland cuba...nunca mais...
Yeah it seems that a lot of clubs are getting like this, if they don't want my business i go elsewhere NYC has way too many clubs just to be stuck on one.
It's been a while since I've been out and I live in NY. I remember one time I almost got into with a bouncer because he was being a jack a$$ and wouldn't let some of my guy friends into the club.
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