The evening of 02/03/17 I had a horrible experience here. I decided at the last minute to go out and figured I would check out one of the few EDM hotspots in the Williamsburg/Bushwick area that I haven't been to yet. Here is what happened in the order that it happened and just sticking to the facts:
1. I approached a line that was wrapped around the corner in freezing, windy temperatures and that was not moving. I observed numerous cop cars stationed around that intersection that seemed to simply be monitoring activity. Everyone was asking each other whether the line was for people with tickets or not and whether the line had been moving. Nobody knew what the line was for, and they said it was slow moving.
2. A guy with something similar to a tablet was moving his way backwards through the line asking each person if they had a ticket. If they did, he was asking for their name to check. If they didn't, he said nothing and moved on to the next person.
3. Everyone in line seemed to be shaking non-stop from the cold. As I turned the corner in the line, the guy asking about tickets asked the couple in front of me. He then was about to ask me but got distracted by a group of people asking him questions. When he returned to what he was doing, he asked the people behind me instead of me, who was already wrapped around the corner while they were not.
4. Twenty freezing minutes later I approached the front of the line. A different staff member was asking people towards the front of the line if they had stamps. Some of us looked at each other, scrunched our eyebrows, and began whispering, "Who was giving stamps?!?" We had been there twenty minutes and seen no such thing. Suddenly people from much further back began stampeding through the line showing stamps on their wrists. They let them through until there were no more of them. Then the staff looked at me and asked, "Where is your stamp?" No welcome, no pleasant greeting. I told him I didn't know who was giving them. He told me to see the guy in the fur. Guy in the fur? There was no guy in the fur. Suddenly a gay or metro yuppy in an oversized fur coat jumps out from nowhere and asks for my name and then he, too, gets distracted. The staff rolls his eyes and motions for me to move forward to a corral area for people who are now about to be let through the door.
5. We all stand in the corral area for another six minutes. Then the next staff at that door tells me to show him my stamp. I told him the furry guy was about to give it to me and then took off. He shouted for the furry guy. After the inside area was clear enough to let more people in, the staff at the door just motioned me in. I skipped the coat check and went to yet another staff at the bottom of some steps who (guess what?) asks to see my stamp. I told him the guy at the door told me to just go in. He shouted to the previous guy that I'm not stamped. He motions me outside and again shouts for the furry guy.
6. The furry guy again offers no greeting, no explanation of what he's doing or why, or what the process is, and just says "name?" I tell him my name and how to spell it. He says, "You're not on the guest list," and just like that takes one step backwards and opens the rope so as to let me leave! I told him I know I'm not on the guest list. I'm trying to buy a ticket. He says, "We don't sell tickets."
Now at what point in the standing in the freezing cold with no signs, no greetings, and no communication about their entry process, were they planning on telling anyone they don't sell tickets?!?!?! Mind you, I'm an attractive, single female who went there alone. You would think that's who they would want in there....
Not to mention I have a career and could have dumped plenty of cash in the place for a fun night out. Now, they will never see me or my patronage there....ever! read more