Marv Says: Urban Lounge is another of the local live music joints. You can see many acts either on their way up, or on their way out at this very small venue. The bar is not the focus here, but still it should be noted that it caters to drinkers of PBR all the way up to high priced spirits. I enjoyed my tequila and redbulls along with a cutthroat as we listened to Mumiy Troll from Russia. Be sure to head there for a great show of the musical variety, and some good drinking to boot.
Attending: Rawb, Marv, Jessica, Nikol, Jonjon, Beattale
One part dance club, one part sushi bar and one part patio/hookah club. Add trendy clubbers and you have Circle Lounge. The music is loud, the drinks on the pricey side and a few different views of the venue. It would be a good place to go to dance and look trendy, but it’s conversationally hostile. I enjoyed a couple of Tequila and Redbulls here.
Attending: Marv, Rawb, Jessica, Jen, DDD, JL2.0
Marv Says: A live music venue that has a good regular lineup and touring groups and small local acts. A well stocked bar will keep you in your chosen libations. A couple of pool tables are available if you want to shoot some stick while listening to the likes of The Metal Gods, The Spazmatics, Bootiequake or others. It’s a very solid live music venue featuring a large dance floor. Hookahs are also apparently available. Much nicer now that you don’t need a membership to gain entry. Expect cover charges for all of the live music.
Attending: Marv, Jessica, Rawb
Marv Says: Maggies is a very large sports bar nestled in a strip mall in Holladay. The decor is strictly bro-bar/sports bar. A pedestrian selection of libations will not challenge anyone’s creativity, but they do mix their cocktails well. The service was above average, and there are a wealth of tables. A very good location for groups of 6-10 people to visit with each other. Another Karaoke night met us with some horrific singing. I had a couple of SoCo limes and a Cutthroat with Makers.
Attending: Rawb, Marv, DDD, Sascha, Laura, Dr Rob.
Located atop the Red Lion hotel in the south part of Downtown SLC, The Sky Bar is one of those places that I have always wondered how well I would like. I never bothered to go there for various reasons, but was happy to give it a shot. I figured that at the very least, I would enjoy the view from atop the hotel. Boy was I surprised. The bar is neatly sectioned into various areas with a dance floor, seating for those not wishing to stand, and the land beyond the velvet rope which was closed off for this evening. The bartenders and waitstaff were top notch and very fun to hang around with and shoot the shit. The numbered name tags were but a door to open as we spoke with the staff. A thoroughly enjoyable experience, and a great view of the valley. I was given a glass of excellent Ravenswood Zin after recommending it to a fellow patron, I also enjoyed the citrus collins that was on the bar drink menu (so much so I ordered two). I finished off the evening with an Evolution Ale.
In years past I have avoided this bar thinking only that it was a un-tss, un-tss dance club, being forced to visit it has made me regret that decision to avoid it. Now this place has a good dance floor with a decent DJ but since that isn’t my scene, I brought our valiant team of researchers to a nice little quiet bar on the side, with good service and great bartenders, this little space was an excellent retreat from the dance music. Excellent views of the eastern lights and a good selection of couches complete that little side-bar sanctuary. My preconceived notions of this bar have been shattered and for sure I will make a return visit some day, I would recommend this bar as an excellent place for people who want to get their dance on with the option to get a break from the un-tss, un-tss the dance club is normally filled with.
Edited to add, at some point we had flaming dr peppers.
Attending, Rawb Marv Sascha Jen and DDD “Definitely Designated Driver” and last but least, Sparks.
You drive past these clubs with loud music pouring out the door past the security types and the velvet ropes. You often wonder what sort of adventures lie within. Perhaps you don’t visit because you don’t like the look of the people in line. Perhaps you don’t like the sound of the music you hear. Or else you may not want to deal with the meat market nightclub scene that you are sure lies within. But Drink SLC has a goal. Regardless of the venue we will be going there. So to Karamba we went. The security guards outside took seriously their charter of ensuring that no knives, guns, nuclear weapons, battleships or tactical strike aircraft enter the premises. We were searched for the first time in our journey. Upon realizing the $10 cover charge was a little steep, the ladies of our party decided to go elsewhere while Rawb and I ventured forth. The interior was your basic converted warehouse/office space turned nightclub. A stage holding a dais for the DJ to hold his court, smoke machines filling the chamber with choking and blinding smoke, very few tables and a VIP area cordoned off like a crime scene waiting to happen. The over priced Gin and Tonic was destroyed as fast as I could manage so we could exit the completely barren club.
Even though the place had just opened up it’s doors and was totally empty I will admit I felt a little scared for my life. Perhaps it was the dance music just starting up and still at a reasonable level, perhaps it was the fog machine going all out to fill that place up and make it look like an 18-th century London morning, perhaps it was the intensity of the bouncers doing the search at the front door, but something about this place made me a little uneasy. The bartender however was incredibly friendly and when I told him about what we were doing and asked for whatever drink is “the drink that is this bar” he made me something and not something with a name. It was definitely quite fruity, but not overly so, which speaks to the fact that the bar staff here seems to know their stuff. It’s definitely a very dedicated dance club, I think there were a total of about four seats in the place that weren’t roped off, so if you like loud music, fog and a very sketchy feel you’ll probably want to end up here otherwise, avoid it like the plague.
Attending: Rawb and Marv.
While there was a cover band there slaughtering many of the great songs of people much older than my youth I still enjoyed myself. The bar was pretty surrounded by people and it was a bit tough trying to get a drink, fortunately my zebra print shirt allowed me to part someone from their seat long enough to get something ordered. The general feel here is all about the younger collage student with no particular style. Strangely, it seemed to favor having more women there than men.
A $5 cover is hardly bad, but it’s only charged to dudes. This is apparently the status quo at this club. Dance floor upstairs, bro bar down. I enjoyed my Maker’s with Redbull to round out an evening out on the town.
Attending: Rawb, Marv, Lacey, Sascha
While dance clubs aren’t typically my thing strangely enough dance clubs on gay night turn out to also not be my thing. In a desperate attempt to wake up I managed to squeeze up to the bar and ordered an overpriced vodka and redbull (are you sensing a trend?). Feeling slightly defeated that no one there bought me a drink, I turned tail and headed out soon enough.
Saturday nights are Gay Night at Bliss. The cover charge was reasonable at $5. Seems to be pretty common to have that charge at dance clubs. I got a quick Vodka and Redbull and had to leave nearly immediately to escort Lacey from the hotel party she was attending to our next venue. The building is the old Vortex/Splash/The Bay, so don’t expect a lot. Still a great building, and still no good tenants. Expect a young crowd any time you visit.
Attending: Rawb, Marv, Sascha