full smokefilled room, horrible system, good drinks, good dj, perfect recipe, good music, insult bar
Play by play - Negative stars.
Expect to wait a minimum of 30 minutes in a disorganized line which would give any fire marshal a coronary. People were so bored waiting in the line that they started jumping the 4-foot fence facing the parking lot to get in on the "action" and to avoid the $10 cover (or $20+ bribe).
Once you are in you immediately see a smoke-filled room full of muscleheads, bimbos and middle-aged men. In Bogie's defense, the ratio was surprisingly 55% men and 45% women.
If you are the club owner reading this, please hire a better DJ. I don't know much about DJ-ing but I do know one thing: never let the beat drop, not for one second. A good DJ and good music = dancer wanting to decide when to take a break, rather than the DJ flex his Run DMC record-scratching muscles and everyone stops.
What shocked me the most was how the bouncer treated a drunk woman on the dance floor. No matter how drunk she may have been it gave him no right to headlock her and literally drag her across the dance floor and out of the club with reckless abandon.
The night culminated when the music stopped and it was closing time. This seemed to be the dinner bell for all available men to try and score with the closest available woman. It was the typical two-minute, no-huddle offence...the team must score before the game ends. Before we knew it, we were hearing 'Hyah! Hyah!' from the cowboys on horseback mushing the herd of cattle out the door.
The club threw up its contents of its smoke-filled clientele of drunks whose common sense and safety were the last thing on their minds.
You will only manage to have a good time at Bogie's if you are with good people, who are able to view the spectacle from the periphery, and are able to appreciate how standards in 'clubbing' have continued to fall. Oh, and if you want good drinks, try the bar nearest to the front door....the bar on the dance floor was an insult.
A sausage party with extra meatheads.
Before you even think of wasting your Saturday night at this place, let me break down the crowd for you:
90% white tatted frat-boy meatheads
4% men over 30 years old from unknown countries of origin dressed in white suit jackets
4% women who should have stopped clubbing 20 years ago
1% hot chicks - there were some but you'll have to look pretty hard to find them in the sea of duuuuuudes
1% wannabe tough guy club staff security who shove their way through crowds to overcompensate for inferiority complexes because so many other meatheads are in the room
Add to this a horrible sound system and you've got the perfect recipe for a weekend night you hope you forget asap. I hope my review will prevent at least one person from wasting his/her night here. I would consider it a moral victory over, you guessed it, the meatheads...
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